Everything for Her(92)

I look over at Skyler, who rubs her hands together like this is the greatest day ever.

“Are you shy?” Kimmi asks, looking around for a private section of our office.

I laugh. “No. I lived in an all-girls dorm for four years. I’m good.” Then I think for a second and look over at Skyler. “I’ll change on the other side of the racks. Jamie looks like she could snap my neck without even trying.”

Skyler laughs and picks up her phone, no doubt to tell Jamie exactly what I said. But I don’t want to be disrespectful to their relationship, and I know Jamie is very protective of her.

Kimmi wheels the rack over to a sitting area, and I stand on the other side, blocking my view of the two of them. I strip off my dress, and Kimmi points to where I should start.

The whole rack is nothing but long gowns that look as if they’re meant for something really fancy. Am I meeting the president or going to a silent auction? I guess I have to trust that Miles and Kimmi know what they’re doing.

I try on three dresses, and every time I walk around the rack, Kimmi shakes her head. It’s like I don’t even have an opinion, but again I’m going to trust her. The fourth dress I grab is gold and looks metallic. I have to take off my bra and panties to put it on, but when I do, the cool material feels so nice against me. And it fits me like a second skin.

As I walk out from behind the rack, Kimmi looks up from her phone and beams at me. “That’s the one.”

“Whoa,” Skyler says, giving me the once-over. “He’s going to kill you.” Then she smiles like the Grinch, and I can’t help but laugh.

Kimmi pulls a full-length mirror from inside the rack and I stand in front of it. The dress is gorgeous and accentuates all my best features. It has tiny strings that crisscross in the back and it dips low at my waist. The gold mesh isn’t see-through, but gives the illusion it is. The dress is cut low in the front as well, revealing my ample cleavage. The way the dress catches the light makes it looks like my skin is dusted with shimmer. It curves around my hips, and then goes straight to the floor, where it pools at my feet. It looks like I’m wearing liquid gold, and I’ve never felt sexier.

“He’s going to kill the both of us,” Kimmi says, but she’s got the biggest smile on her face. “I’ll make sure it’s wrapped up when it’s delivered. It will be our secret until it’s too late.”

“I like her.” Skyler nods in approval.

I look myself up and down, still not believing what I’m seeing. I’ve never worn anything like this in my life, but I look good. Even I can’t find a hidden flaw, and that’s saying something.

“It’s a shame, really,” I say, running my hands up and down the material.

“What?” Kimmi says, looking at me in the mirror.

I turn around and shrug a shoulder. “When he rips it off me, I won’t be able to wear it again.”





Chapter Thirty-Two

Mallory








After work, Oz and I walk out holding hands, and it gives me warm fuzzy feelings floating in my belly. I’m over the moon in love with him; it’s like nothing can touch us.

“Dinner?” I ask, as my stomach growls.

“I’ve got something planned.”

Oz winks at me, pulling me closer, and we get into the back of his limo parked out front. When we get inside he hands me a small duffel bag. I look at it skeptically, but he smiles and tells me to unzip it. Inside, I see a change of clothes, and my suspicions are up.

“Are you wanting to watch me undress?” I ask, giving him a rueful smile.

He takes his tie off, pulling out his own bag. He opens it and takes out a gray T-shirt. He unbuttons his dress shirt, removing it, and my eyes trail down his chest and hard abs. There has to be some kind of law against looking this good, but I ogle him as he tugs on the fitted shirt. It hugs his body in all the right places and he winks at me because he knows I’m getting distracted.

“We’re having a date night, baby. Keep your hands to yourself.”

I roll my eyes at his cocky, yet accurate request, and watch as he pulls out a blue baseball cap. It’s then I see the Yankees logo on it, and on his shirt. Taking out my own clothes, I see we have matching hats and shirts.

“A Yankees game?” The excitement is clear in my voice.

“Hope you like baseball.” Oz slips off his slacks and puts on a pair of jeans and tennis shoes.

I look down in my bag and pull out a pair of jean shorts and blue cork wedges. The man thinks of everything. I turn my back to him so he can unzip my dress, and he places a soft kiss on my spine as I slip it off. When I look back at him he pulls his cap down low, making him look even sexier. He stretches back in the limo seat and gives me that earth-shattering smile of his.