tossing aside anything made from denim or cotton, until at last she stumbled across a dry cleaning bag hanging at the very back of her closet. She wasn’t sure what Brody’s definition of “nice” entailed, but it would have to do.
Avery ripped the thin, plastic bag that sheathed the dress. Having wore it only once for a dinner at the Dean’s residence, she’d almost forgotten about it. Even though it had been sitting in her closet untouched for over two years, the cheap plastic bag that covered it had prevented it from smelling like moth balls.
She glanced over at the clock. 6:45, damn! As the minutes ticked away, Avery rushed to get dressed, stopping only for a second to luxuriate in the feel of the cool satin against her bare skin and how it felt so different from the rough touch of Brody’s hands. Don’t go there, she mentally scolded herself, and turned her attention to the dress lying on the bed.
With only minutes to spare, Avery quickly finished dressing and hurried to the bathroom to put the final touches on her hair. Locks of golden blond curls cascaded down her back and shoulders. She reached up and, taking the curls between her fingers, swiftly and expertly pinned them up into a knot at the nape of her neck. Just as the last curl was pinned into place, the sound of knocking reverberated throughout the apartment, sending shivers of anticipation up her spine.
Chapter 8
Brody stood outside her door and fidgeted with the item in his pocket. A month ago he’d been standing in the exact same spot the first time he’d laid eyes on his son. Everything and yet nothing seemed to have changed since then. He was a father now, but his son had no idea who he was. Avery was back in his life—and his bed—but she was no closer to being his one and only.
He hoped that after tonight things would be different between them, that he and Avery would share so much more than a bed. Tonight he would let her know how much she still meant to him.
The cracking sound of his knuckles against the wooden door reverberated loudly in the narrow confines of the hallway. Brody took a step back and waited patiently for Avery to answer. As he contemplated knocking for a second time, the door slowly crept open and he looked up. It wasn’t the sheer black dress that hugged her slender physique that caused his arousal to immediately spring to attention and strain against the coarse fabric of his dress pants, nor was it the teardrop earrings that glistened against her milky white complexion. It was Avery’s heart stopping smile that spread across the delicate features of her face as her eyes fell upon him.
“Hi,” Brody croaked out in a hoarse voice. His eyes roved her body from head to toe, drinking in the sight of her.
“Hi,” Avery replied shyly. Her smile noticeably widened and she giggled out loud when her attention was drawn to the growing bulge in his pants.
Memories of their previous encounter in the hallway that took place only a month ago began to sweep through his mind, but Brody quickly suppressed them. Tonight wasn’t about Parker, or private schools, or the cheque he’d given her that she had yet to cash. It was about them and about his efforts to win her back. When he’d messaged her earlier that day about accompanying him to dinner, he didn’t give her the chance to say no. And even though deep down a part of him thought that Avery would stand him up, here she was, standing in front of him looking exquisite and breathtaking. Tonight was his one and only chance to win her over and he wasn’t about to blow it.
Avery took a step towards him, their bodies gently brushing against each other as she stepped into the hallway and pulled the door shut behind her. Nonchalantly, she leaned into him and inhaled a familiar scent that was definitely male and distinctly Brody. And when she spoke, her voice was barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. “Are you ready to go?”
With his hand still in his
Avery ripped the thin, plastic bag that sheathed the dress. Having wore it only once for a dinner at the Dean’s residence, she’d almost forgotten about it. Even though it had been sitting in her closet untouched for over two years, the cheap plastic bag that covered it had prevented it from smelling like moth balls.
She glanced over at the clock. 6:45, damn! As the minutes ticked away, Avery rushed to get dressed, stopping only for a second to luxuriate in the feel of the cool satin against her bare skin and how it felt so different from the rough touch of Brody’s hands. Don’t go there, she mentally scolded herself, and turned her attention to the dress lying on the bed.
With only minutes to spare, Avery quickly finished dressing and hurried to the bathroom to put the final touches on her hair. Locks of golden blond curls cascaded down her back and shoulders. She reached up and, taking the curls between her fingers, swiftly and expertly pinned them up into a knot at the nape of her neck. Just as the last curl was pinned into place, the sound of knocking reverberated throughout the apartment, sending shivers of anticipation up her spine.
Chapter 8
Brody stood outside her door and fidgeted with the item in his pocket. A month ago he’d been standing in the exact same spot the first time he’d laid eyes on his son. Everything and yet nothing seemed to have changed since then. He was a father now, but his son had no idea who he was. Avery was back in his life—and his bed—but she was no closer to being his one and only.
He hoped that after tonight things would be different between them, that he and Avery would share so much more than a bed. Tonight he would let her know how much she still meant to him.
The cracking sound of his knuckles against the wooden door reverberated loudly in the narrow confines of the hallway. Brody took a step back and waited patiently for Avery to answer. As he contemplated knocking for a second time, the door slowly crept open and he looked up. It wasn’t the sheer black dress that hugged her slender physique that caused his arousal to immediately spring to attention and strain against the coarse fabric of his dress pants, nor was it the teardrop earrings that glistened against her milky white complexion. It was Avery’s heart stopping smile that spread across the delicate features of her face as her eyes fell upon him.
“Hi,” Brody croaked out in a hoarse voice. His eyes roved her body from head to toe, drinking in the sight of her.
“Hi,” Avery replied shyly. Her smile noticeably widened and she giggled out loud when her attention was drawn to the growing bulge in his pants.
Memories of their previous encounter in the hallway that took place only a month ago began to sweep through his mind, but Brody quickly suppressed them. Tonight wasn’t about Parker, or private schools, or the cheque he’d given her that she had yet to cash. It was about them and about his efforts to win her back. When he’d messaged her earlier that day about accompanying him to dinner, he didn’t give her the chance to say no. And even though deep down a part of him thought that Avery would stand him up, here she was, standing in front of him looking exquisite and breathtaking. Tonight was his one and only chance to win her over and he wasn’t about to blow it.
Avery took a step towards him, their bodies gently brushing against each other as she stepped into the hallway and pulled the door shut behind her. Nonchalantly, she leaned into him and inhaled a familiar scent that was definitely male and distinctly Brody. And when she spoke, her voice was barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. “Are you ready to go?”
With his hand still in his
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