Jocelyn and Daniel step forward to say goodnight next, hugging both Greyston and me and wishing us a Merry Christmas and a safe trip to Whistler.
“Thanks again for everything,” I say. “The use of your cabin, the amazing gifts…”
“Of course, dear,” Jocelyn replies. “You two have a good time, and we’ll do dinner when you return.”
“Sounds perfect, Mom,” Greyston tells her.
With everyone gone, Greyston closes and locks the door before turning to me. “So…did you have a good Christmas?”
“The best.” Sighing contentedly, I wrap my arms around his waist and snuggle into his warmth.
He kisses the top of my head, then turns us for the living room. “And your mom…” We reach the couch and he sits, pulling me down onto his lap, waiting for my reaction before he continues.
I smile. “I’m still a little shocked, but she seems happy.”
“Are you?”
I think about his question for a minute before I decide to just be honest. “Yes and no.” Cocking his head, he regards me with curiosity. “No, because she’s forty-four, so I worry that she’s at risk for more complications given her age.” Greyston nods along in understanding. “But, at the same time, they’ve both said that they wanted more kids…it just never happened for them, so I’m excited that they’ve been given the chance.” Slowly, my lips curl up into a smile. “Plus, I get a new baby brother or sister out of this, so that’s pretty cool.”
“Good,” Greyston says. “I’m glad you’re okay with it, because I think they’re pretty excited.”
Then, out of nowhere, the day catches up with me, waves of exhaustion rolling over me and making me yawn. Greyston chuckles into my hair as I cuddle up to his chest. “What do you say we head up to bed? I’m feeling pretty wiped out, too. Plus, we should rest up if we’re going to brave the mall tomorrow.”
Nodding slowly, I push myself up and stand. “Sounds good.”
After changing into my pajamas, Greyston and I crawl into bed, and it isn’t long before we both fall right asleep.
Chapter 27
Greyston and I are sure to be up and at the mall early so we don’t have to fight the crowds. After giving him a quick kiss, we part ways, and I head off to a few different lingerie shops. The only things I’ve ever purchased in them before have been bras and underwear. Up until recently, I’ve never really been interested in this sort of thing—I mean, what was the point if a) the man (Ben) wasn’t going to appreciate it, or b) it was just going to get taken off? But now? Well, now I want to look nice for Greyston. I want to feel sexy and desired. I want to see the look on his face when I come into the room in a tiny, lacy outfit. I want his eyes to go wide and his jaw to drop as I make my way across the room to him… Yes, that is exactly what I want.
I leave Frederick’s of Hollywood $250 poorer, but I don’t think twice about it since I’ve got quite a bit of money saved up anyway due to my kickass rental price. I’ve purchased a couple new bras—sexier ones—and matching panties as well as three pieces of lingerie in varying degrees of naughty.
Naturally, I bought a much more innocent piece, a sheer white negligee, to use the first night—kind of as a way to test the waters—and then I bought another that's a little more risqué, all black lace and short with a matching thong and garter… I even bought some thigh-high stockings and am going to stop for a pair of sleek black heels to go with it; Greyston is sure to lose his mind. Last in my bag of new sex-clothes is a red and black corset that pushes my breasts up and together, making my cleavage look…well, it looks amazing. For someone with such small boobs, I never knew they could look that good. To go with the corset, I bought a sexy pair of lace panties…of course, there’s something more to them than that—or, should I say less? In an act of pure impulse, brought on by Bad Juliette on my left shoulder reminding me that trying new things was fun, I forewent the regular lace panties and snatched up a pair of the crotchless kind. Yup, I, Juliette Foster, now own a pair of crotchless panties.
After stopping in a shoe store and grabbing a pair of the highest heels I’ve ever owned, I grab my phone and am about to call Greyston to see if he’s ready to meet for lunch. However, just as I’m about to hit send, I stop in my tracks and stare at the storefront sign before me for a minute. Excitement pounds through my veins, and Bad Juliette appears again, telling me to do it because it’ll be so worth it. The more I think about it, the more I realize she’s right, so I gather up my courage and step inside.