Time to Play(35)
The knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Leaving the other two alone, he answered the door. A harassed looking woman held a box.
“Hi, I’m supposed to be dropping these off for Callum Gallagher.”
Cole saw the name of a fashion boutique and smiled. His friend enjoyed dressing women. He knew Callum would have gone all out for Simone. With her dark red lips and raven black hair, she’d be a dream to dress with that figure of hers.
“Do you need me to sign for anything?” Cole asked.
“Nope. Just tell Callum to send a large tip to Sophie, and she’ll handle the rest.” The woman handed over the box then left.
Cole felt an urge to look inside. What kind of dress would Callum buy for Simone? Not wanting to spoil the surprise, he placed the package on the couch then went back into the office. Tonight he would see her in the beauty of the outfit. He couldn’t wait as he knew it would be without any underwear underneath.
Chapter Twelve
The guest bedroom was a dream. Simone couldn’t have asked for a better place to stay. When she’d woken up that morning and looked outside to see if there were still press, she’d been shocked at how many there were still waiting for her. Whatever news was surrounding her must be good for them to be waiting after all this time. The fight to get through the hustle and bustle had been wearing thin. Packing a bag had been the most logical thing to do.
Callum wasn’t showing any signs of being bored with her just yet. Until he kicked her out, cheated on her, or sent her on her merry way, she’d be staying with him. Brushing her wet curls she opened the box laid on her bed. Cole had been the one to show her to the guest room. He’d placed the box on the bed. She recognised the ladies’ boutique on the box. The gowns were always expensive and of the highest quality.
She revealed the red silk dress. Putting the brush down, she pulled the dress up by the thin straps. Looking at the design it had a low bodice that would show off the top of her breasts. The silk went in at the waist and moulded to each curve.
Underneath the dress was a lacy red bra with no straps.
On the opposite side there was a pair of red sandals with straps that went around the ankle. The outfit would be in the thousand dollar range. Shaking her head at the extravagance, she dried her body then covered every inch in moisturiser for a silky finish. Her mother must have had some sense to send her to public school. Living out of the public eye away in the country had been a blessing. Two weeks with the world watching and Simone was ready to tear her hair out.
Using the hair dryer available, she tamed her black locks as much as possible. She hated sitting for any length of time in the chair at the hairdressers and preferred to keep her hair a reasonable length.
Simone remembered the way her mother would spend hours in front of the roaring fire combing out her hair while they watched television. The time they spent together had been worth the pain of a few knots or two throughout her hair.
Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Simone finished with her hair, placed the bra on, then put the red dress on. The zipper at the back needed pulling up. She put the shoes on before applying her make-up. When she was done, she didn’t bother to look in the mirror. She left the bedroom and knocked on the first door she came to.
Cole opened the door while buttoning up the cufflinks on his jacket.
“Could you zip me?” she asked, presenting him with her back.
His fingers grazed her skin making her gasp. The small touch was enough to make her pussy wet. Cole placed his hand on her hips. “You look stunning.”
“You haven’t seen me all properly yet.”
“If you look anything like the back, I know you’re going to look stunning.”
He always knew how to say the right thing. Smiling, she turned back to him.
“I stand corrected. You do look more stunning from the front than from the back.”
Simone began walking toward the sitting room. Cole caught up with her pressing her back against the wall.
“What’s the matter, Cole?” she asked.
“Nothing. I just want a few moments to look at you without all those flashing cameras.”
Simone stood waiting for him to look his fill.
“Callum has exquisite taste,” he said.
“I’m pleased you think so.”
“I may have to get our artist friend to draw you.”
“What is the artist’s name?”
“Sunny.”
“Never heard of him.”
“I’ll see if you remember him in the nude section.” Cole kissed her cheek then pulled away. He took hold of her hand and escorted her into the sitting room. Callum came through a few seconds later.
His gaze ran up and down the length of her body. “Stunning.”