Beautiful Beginning(10)

            She picked some nonexistent lint off her nonexistent stockings. “Hmm?”

            “What in the fuck are you wearing?”

            “You like?” she said, lifting her foot and moving it from side to side. Her shoes looked positively dangerous. Spiked heel, deep blue patent leather.

            “Were you wearing those when we left the hotel?”

            “I was. You were on the phone with your brother.”

            I wasn’t one to catalog everything Chloe wore, but the familiar stirring in my pants told me I’d most definitely seen these shoes before—over my shoulders, if I wasn’t mistaken. “Where have I seen those?”

            “Oh, I don’t know.” She was a rotten liar. “At home?”

            At home, in our bedroom.

            The dirty little box we kept under our bed. The things we did when that box was out.

            I remembered the night she wore them, almost two months ago. We hadn’t seen each other in weeks and I couldn’t get close enough, touch her enough, fuck her hard enough. She’d pulled out those shoes along with something new she wanted to try: a bottle of self-warming wax. I could still remember the heat as she’d dribbled it along my skin; the way goose bumps began at that warm puddle of wax and radiated out, spreading along my body. She teased me for so long I actually promised her I’d kneel and hand-feed her breakfast the next day. I came so hard I almost blacked out that night.

            “You’re doing this to fuck with me, aren’t you?” I asked. “This is about the let’s-wait-to-have-sex-until-after-the-wedding thing, isn’t it?”

            “Absolutely.”

            We found a parking spot about a block away from Barbarella in La Jolla and I stepped out, walking around to open Chloe’s door. I took her hand and watched as she climbed out of the car—tan legs that went on forever, shoes you could easily impale yourself on—and shook my head at her the entire time.

            “You’re a demon,” I said. “I feel like a bride guarding my virginity before the wedding.”

            “Well, then feel free to give it up, Ryan,” she said, pushing up onto her toes to kiss me.

            I groaned but somehow managed to pull away, both of us looking in the direction of the restaurant. “Here we go . . . ”



            With the patio area open and visible from the street, we could hear our fathers talking before we’d even made it in the door.

            “You need to make sure they sit together,” Chloe’s dad was saying.

            “Nonsense, Frederick, they’ll be fine.” My father, always the diplomat. “Susan put a lot of thought into the seating arrangement and she knows what she’s doing. I’m sure your sisters are wonderful ladies. Let’s spread them around a little, give the others a chance to get to know them.”

            “‘Spread them around’? I don’t think you understand, Elliott. My sisters are crazy. They’re man-hungry and newly single. They will hunt down every available male within a six-mile radius if you give them the chance.”

            I stopped Chloe at the threshold, placing a hand on each of her shoulders and looking into her brown eyes. “You ready for this?” I asked.

            She stood up on her toes and pressed her warm lips to mine. “Absolutely not,” she said against my mouth.

            I took her hand and we stepped inside just in time to see my father laugh. “Don’t you think you might be exaggerating a little?”

            Frederick sighed. “I wish I were. I—”