Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
The gorgeous maroon Emilio Pucci dress with its low, square neckline, wasn’t something I’d ever buy on my own, but oh my goodness how I instantly loved the elegant cut and the rich red wine color of the fabric. It was stunning, figure-hugging to the waist and decorated with a large eyelet lace pattern on the skirt that flared out from my hips. It was also sleeveless, so it would be perfect for a hot day.
There were matching maroon ballet slippers with bits of sparkling navy glitter at the toes that added a nice pop. No bra—thank God—just pale rose silk panties. I was barely a B cup, and I could only guess that sex distracted Leo from really noting my size…even if he did spend a good deal of time touching and kissing my small mounds. In the bedroom, I’ve never had any complaints about my breasts, but when your best friend has large, gravity defying, and amazingly perfect double D tits, while you’ve got mosquito bites, it doesn’t take long for cleavage envy to settle in.
Slipping the dress on, I slid my feet into the comfortable flats then did a little turn in the mirror, smiling as the skirt flared out slightly. It was sexy and short, showing a good amount of leg, but at the same time it was classy and innocent despite the deep red color.
Not that I felt the least bit innocent about the things I’d done to Leo, the things I wanted to do. I hadn’t taken the time to really appreciate his ass. Seriously, it was a work of art, and I’d only groped it a bit. No doubt this was just an afternoon fling for Leo. He was rich, hot, and so intensely sexual, any women couldn’t help but get a quiver in her belly when he looked at her.
Jealousy hit me hard and fast as I cursed myself for getting too attached too quick. In typical stage-five-clinger fashion, I was already picturing myself living here with Leo, waking up with him in this perfect house and just watching him sleep. Some people may find my nocturnal habits unnerving, but when I love someone, I felt so…good when I look at them. It lights me up inside, fills the void just a little bit. One boyfriend had caught me doing it and instead of him finding it romantic, my staring totally creeped him out.
My stomach cramped as I thought about Leo’s reaction when he found out how needy I was.
Just like all the others, he’d run the other way, maybe even quicker than most.
After all, he was…astonishing, and I was me. Even playing dress up in these designer clothes, pretending I belonged in this massive home, I was still the lonely, nerdy girl I’ve always been. I should distance myself from him now, get ready for the inevitable rejection and play it off as no big deal when I get the “we should just be friends” speech. Or worse yet, when a guy started inching away and muttering, “Well, it’s been fun. Later.”
I hope Leo at least gives me a ride home.
That thought was a bit melodramatic even for me, and I gave myself a brisk mental kick, then straightened my shoulders and stood taller. No, I wasn’t going to have a pity party in his lovely bathroom, with the most perfectly thick towels I had ever used, and a cool glass sculpture on the counter that I really wanted to touch. I was going to go out there, smile, thank him for a lovely time, and ask if he could call me a cab even though I couldn’t afford it. That way he’d be off the hook and it would sound like I was the one making the decisions.
Pain pierced through my chest at the thought of saying goodbye and I blinked back tears, trying to get a grip on my crazy emotions.
Not giving myself time to get worked up—well, any more than I already was—I headed back to the patio room where I’d been fucked until I lost my mind. Hoping my hard nipples weren’t visible through the dress, I said, “Leo, thank you so much for…”
He wasn’t here.
The daybed was fixed and the remains of our meal gone, leaving the room looking like it hadn’t been the sight of much debauchery.
“Leo?”
I waited a minute, hoping he would come in, but when he didn’t, I looked around for my jacket and purse, wondering where they went, if I should wait for him, or if I should try to find my stuff and go.
God has given me many, many gifts. Patience is not among them, so I wandered through the big house, pausing now and again to silently admire the lush rooms. I felt like I was on the set of one of those rich and famous reality shows.