mouth turn up ever so slightly. She thought she had won. Oh Red. I let you have that one.
Clint sucked in a breath, seemingly more confident as he stood tall, stopping at a door . “Thanks Sam, I will protect her with everything I’ve got, don’t worry. You can trust me to do this.”
I patted his back once in a show of ‘support’. I needed him to be at his best this evening and I should be more encouraging and not so negative as Tess had pointed out. Better to keep him confident than scared.
He twisted the doorknob and we all pushed into the room simultaneously. Thinking back now, we probably should have knocked first.
There was Lenorah, standing on a small stool, in front of three full-length mirrors, wearing nothing but a black lace bra and panties. The lingerie was so sheer that you could clearly see the intricate black embroidery running along the edges and through the lace. They were complemented with black garters hooked to thigh-high black stockings. She also had dark red lips, dead straight hair, and she had on six-inch black heels. The sight was enough to make me get instantly hard in my pants. And her breasts. Whoa! They were pushed up to the maximum because they looked much bigger than normal. The sight was jaw-dropping.
“FUCK ME!” I yelled out, almost unable to think clearly after I said it. The vision of Len had knocked the air right out of my chest. I know I must have sounded like a pervert, but I couldn’t help saying it when I saw her. It was such a natural reaction and I couldn’t keep it at bay. It had been a long time since I had seen her in next to nothing and it was such a sensationally erotic sight that it forced the words to explode from my tongue.
Len hadn’t expected us to come barging into the room the way we did, because she bent down and tried to cover herself up with her hands, which looked kind of silly considering her hands couldn’t cover anything at all. She blushed and turned back around, looking for help in the opposite direction.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” I said, shrugging towards Clint and Tess. Again, Tess was glaring at me, like she wanted to wrestle me to the ground. I tried not to keep looking at Len, but I couldn’t peel my eyes away. Clint shot me another disgusted look. “Yeah right, Weston. Like you aren’t thinking it too,” I shot back at him. I didn’t want him to think he could make me look bad. He may have been all manners and chivalry around her, but he still desired her. Hell, from what I saw on the plane, the guy was still very much in love with her, so I was certain he was thinking the same as me. I just couldn’t internalize my emotions the way he could.
Delia emerged from an adjoining room holding a long caramel-colored fur coat. “Sorry guys, show’s over.” Len smiled at her as she quickly put the fur coat on, buttoning it up at the front so we no longer had our peepshow.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I said as something registered in my head. “So...where are the rest of her clothes? Her dress?” Len turned away from me and my questioning face. “Don’t you dare tell me she’ll be walking around that party only wearing what is underneath that coat.”
Delia stared at me blankly, not responding.
“Well?” I asked.
“You just said don’t tell you if she will be walking around in just her lingerie,” Delia said flatly. “It’s the dress code for the ladies of the evening, and it’s the only way she’ll get Hamilton’s attention and get a meeting with him in private.”
“What? You’re kidding right? No, no...NO!” Was I the only one who thought this was all kinds of wrong. “NO, nup. We are calling this off right now. I’m calling your Dad. We are going back to New York. We are leaving Joshua Hollows behind. NO!”
Len stepped off the stool and walked over to me. Her arms were crossed and she had a hard look in her eyes. I hadn’t seen her this angry since the last time I saw her face to face in
Clint sucked in a breath, seemingly more confident as he stood tall, stopping at a door . “Thanks Sam, I will protect her with everything I’ve got, don’t worry. You can trust me to do this.”
I patted his back once in a show of ‘support’. I needed him to be at his best this evening and I should be more encouraging and not so negative as Tess had pointed out. Better to keep him confident than scared.
He twisted the doorknob and we all pushed into the room simultaneously. Thinking back now, we probably should have knocked first.
There was Lenorah, standing on a small stool, in front of three full-length mirrors, wearing nothing but a black lace bra and panties. The lingerie was so sheer that you could clearly see the intricate black embroidery running along the edges and through the lace. They were complemented with black garters hooked to thigh-high black stockings. She also had dark red lips, dead straight hair, and she had on six-inch black heels. The sight was enough to make me get instantly hard in my pants. And her breasts. Whoa! They were pushed up to the maximum because they looked much bigger than normal. The sight was jaw-dropping.
“FUCK ME!” I yelled out, almost unable to think clearly after I said it. The vision of Len had knocked the air right out of my chest. I know I must have sounded like a pervert, but I couldn’t help saying it when I saw her. It was such a natural reaction and I couldn’t keep it at bay. It had been a long time since I had seen her in next to nothing and it was such a sensationally erotic sight that it forced the words to explode from my tongue.
Len hadn’t expected us to come barging into the room the way we did, because she bent down and tried to cover herself up with her hands, which looked kind of silly considering her hands couldn’t cover anything at all. She blushed and turned back around, looking for help in the opposite direction.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” I said, shrugging towards Clint and Tess. Again, Tess was glaring at me, like she wanted to wrestle me to the ground. I tried not to keep looking at Len, but I couldn’t peel my eyes away. Clint shot me another disgusted look. “Yeah right, Weston. Like you aren’t thinking it too,” I shot back at him. I didn’t want him to think he could make me look bad. He may have been all manners and chivalry around her, but he still desired her. Hell, from what I saw on the plane, the guy was still very much in love with her, so I was certain he was thinking the same as me. I just couldn’t internalize my emotions the way he could.
Delia emerged from an adjoining room holding a long caramel-colored fur coat. “Sorry guys, show’s over.” Len smiled at her as she quickly put the fur coat on, buttoning it up at the front so we no longer had our peepshow.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I said as something registered in my head. “So...where are the rest of her clothes? Her dress?” Len turned away from me and my questioning face. “Don’t you dare tell me she’ll be walking around that party only wearing what is underneath that coat.”
Delia stared at me blankly, not responding.
“Well?” I asked.
“You just said don’t tell you if she will be walking around in just her lingerie,” Delia said flatly. “It’s the dress code for the ladies of the evening, and it’s the only way she’ll get Hamilton’s attention and get a meeting with him in private.”
“What? You’re kidding right? No, no...NO!” Was I the only one who thought this was all kinds of wrong. “NO, nup. We are calling this off right now. I’m calling your Dad. We are going back to New York. We are leaving Joshua Hollows behind. NO!”
Len stepped off the stool and walked over to me. Her arms were crossed and she had a hard look in her eyes. I hadn’t seen her this angry since the last time I saw her face to face in
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