hand down the black silk sheath, adorned with pearls around a plunging neckline. It was a halter style, the back open and trimmed with more tiny pearls. Drake held it up. It twinkled in the light as he turned the garment around.
“You like?” His eyes blazed.
“This is going to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever worn,” she confessed, her words quivering. Drake hung it up over the door and faced her. He held her face in his hands.
“You go do what you need to.” He kissed her cheek. “I can’t wait to see you in it.” With that he turned and left the room.
Kelly dropped her backpack on the floor, not realizing how tight she’d wound her fingers around the straps. Her fingers pricked as the blood rushed, returning through her veins.
The bathroom was larger than the one at the house on Blue Mountain. Wallpapered walls of blue and white stripes were accented with white porcelain. The vanity and wainscoting were done in a dark, glossy wood that shined.
An assortment of beauty items were already out and waiting for her. Kelly laughed out loud, setting her thrift shop cosmetics aside. She sifted through the various products in the basket. Expensive brands had her nerves rearing their ugly heads again. Nordstrom’s, Lord and Taylor. The tube of lipstick she held was probably worth forty dollars. Were these someone else’s, or did he buy these?
After touching up the makeup Steve had helped her apply, Kelly stripped off her jeans and sweater. Kelly removed her dress from the hanger. The material slid through her fingers. She slowly lowered the zipper and stepped into the cool silk. It glided over her legs like cold water. She zipped herself up, fumbling to reach around her. It fit like a glove. A box on the bed had her berating herself.
Jesus, I didn’t even think about the damn shoes! She lifted the top, seeing a pair of black pumps. It’d been light years since she’d worn heels. Kelly set them on the floor. She stepped into the shoes, the hem of her dress lifting. She turned in the large, oval mirror. Her reflection frowned at the panty lines. Kelly kicked off the shoes and shimmied out of her underwear. Stepping back into the shoes, her body was now smooth beneath the thin material. The door slowly opened behind her. Kelly turned, connecting with Drake’s dumbfounded expression.
“Oh God,” Drake groaned, clearing his throat. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined.”
* * * *
His groin tingled. His cock hardened, now erect behind his slacks, like a hose filling with boiling water. The dress was perfect, the way it hugged her body and exposed the delicate curves of her shoulders and neck. His eyes darted to the mirror. He was able to visually drink in the open back, the delicate bones of her spine and the delicious slope of her ass.
“I’m in deep trouble,” Drake told her, his chest compressed, needing more air.
“I want to get this right,” Kelly said. Her words were faint, her eyes frightened.
“Right doesn’t do you justice. You’ll be perfect. God, I can’t wait to touch and kiss you all over. I want you,” he said, his eyes roving over her. “Let’s go get this done,” Drake said, steering her elbow toward the door.
Chapter Twenty-Three
An edgy anxiousness grated over her, picking at her skin. The grand ballroom that was swathed in rich reds and bold whites had her brow beading with sweat.
Clusters of people gathered at the bar and around the surrounding tables. A tux was a tux, but the chicness of the women had Kelly thinking she was attending a runway show for Calvin Klein.
I’m way outta my league.
Drake’s soft voice had her head jerking back.
“You okay?” he asked, his smile heating her insides. His fingers tickled over the skin of her shoulder. She nodded quickly. A woman in a rose-colored pantsuit was walking toward them, her smile open and friendly.
“Mr. Larson,” she beamed. “A fabulous occasion, as always.”
* * *
“You like?” His eyes blazed.
“This is going to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever worn,” she confessed, her words quivering. Drake hung it up over the door and faced her. He held her face in his hands.
“You go do what you need to.” He kissed her cheek. “I can’t wait to see you in it.” With that he turned and left the room.
Kelly dropped her backpack on the floor, not realizing how tight she’d wound her fingers around the straps. Her fingers pricked as the blood rushed, returning through her veins.
The bathroom was larger than the one at the house on Blue Mountain. Wallpapered walls of blue and white stripes were accented with white porcelain. The vanity and wainscoting were done in a dark, glossy wood that shined.
An assortment of beauty items were already out and waiting for her. Kelly laughed out loud, setting her thrift shop cosmetics aside. She sifted through the various products in the basket. Expensive brands had her nerves rearing their ugly heads again. Nordstrom’s, Lord and Taylor. The tube of lipstick she held was probably worth forty dollars. Were these someone else’s, or did he buy these?
After touching up the makeup Steve had helped her apply, Kelly stripped off her jeans and sweater. Kelly removed her dress from the hanger. The material slid through her fingers. She slowly lowered the zipper and stepped into the cool silk. It glided over her legs like cold water. She zipped herself up, fumbling to reach around her. It fit like a glove. A box on the bed had her berating herself.
Jesus, I didn’t even think about the damn shoes! She lifted the top, seeing a pair of black pumps. It’d been light years since she’d worn heels. Kelly set them on the floor. She stepped into the shoes, the hem of her dress lifting. She turned in the large, oval mirror. Her reflection frowned at the panty lines. Kelly kicked off the shoes and shimmied out of her underwear. Stepping back into the shoes, her body was now smooth beneath the thin material. The door slowly opened behind her. Kelly turned, connecting with Drake’s dumbfounded expression.
“Oh God,” Drake groaned, clearing his throat. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined.”
* * * *
His groin tingled. His cock hardened, now erect behind his slacks, like a hose filling with boiling water. The dress was perfect, the way it hugged her body and exposed the delicate curves of her shoulders and neck. His eyes darted to the mirror. He was able to visually drink in the open back, the delicate bones of her spine and the delicious slope of her ass.
“I’m in deep trouble,” Drake told her, his chest compressed, needing more air.
“I want to get this right,” Kelly said. Her words were faint, her eyes frightened.
“Right doesn’t do you justice. You’ll be perfect. God, I can’t wait to touch and kiss you all over. I want you,” he said, his eyes roving over her. “Let’s go get this done,” Drake said, steering her elbow toward the door.
Chapter Twenty-Three
An edgy anxiousness grated over her, picking at her skin. The grand ballroom that was swathed in rich reds and bold whites had her brow beading with sweat.
Clusters of people gathered at the bar and around the surrounding tables. A tux was a tux, but the chicness of the women had Kelly thinking she was attending a runway show for Calvin Klein.
I’m way outta my league.
Drake’s soft voice had her head jerking back.
“You okay?” he asked, his smile heating her insides. His fingers tickled over the skin of her shoulder. She nodded quickly. A woman in a rose-colored pantsuit was walking toward them, her smile open and friendly.
“Mr. Larson,” she beamed. “A fabulous occasion, as always.”
* * *
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