She almost staggered towards him before he put his hand up to halt her.
“Lift your skirt up and show me your panties.”
Of all the things she thought he might say she hadn’t considered his demand for her to show him her panties. The words made her brow crease into a deep, quizzical frown.
“Let’s see just how slutty they are today.” He appeared to be offering her an explanation in response to her quizzical expression.
She smiled inwardly as she lifted her skirt to reveal her innocent, virginal, white cotton panties to a surprised looking Jim.
“Mmm. Maybe I’ve underestimated you, Natasha,” he mused, making her smile internally and externally it appeared as Jim seemed spurred on to remove the smile that seemed to represent her victory.
“Maybe you have, sir.” Her response seemed far too confident.
“Do you really think wearing a pair of prissy, white pants makes you anything other than the slutty girl that you are, Natasha?”
Tasha glanced down towards the floor as she considered her next move, but Jim was standing again now, so close to her face that she could feel his breath on her. She became overly aware of her breathing increasing in speed, almost in time with the heaving of her swelling breasts that were struggling to remain confined to her blouse and Tasha knew that her large aching nipples must be visible now as the fabric chafed against them and made her desperate for James’ touch. A touch she didn’t wait long for.
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Tasha was sitting up in bed wearing a white vest and a small pair of white briefs when Jim walked in carrying a tray covered in Chinese food in take-away cartons, some bottles of beer and an envelope. He set the tray down and offered Tasha a choice of chopsticks or a fork, she accepted the latter.
“I thought you were more adventurous than that, honey.” Jim smirked as he sat up on top of the bed next to her with the tray now between them.
“I have no desire to end up wearing Chinese food or sleeping in it,” she replied, gesturing to her white clothing and the spotless, white bed linen.
Jim smiled at her before picking up a box of noodles and a set of chopsticks.
“So what’s the plan?” Tasha asked as she found the container of sweet and sour.
“Plan?” Jim was confused by the ambiguity of the question.
“Yes, plan, for tonight? Beyond eating Chinese food in bed, which I have to agree is a fabulous idea.” She grinned, putting a fork full of food into her mouth.
“I am so glad you approve, Miss Winters, but beyond take out in bed with a beer and maybe some TV and definitely some talking, there is no plan,” he told her.
“Okay, Q & As are back on then?” Her question was a little nervous.
“It’s what we agreed, so whenever you’re ready, baby, we’ll begin.”
“What’s in the envelope?” asked Tasha.
“Our pre-nup.” He rolled his eyes. “Your attorney called my attorney to remind me that they had not been returned.”
Tasha sighed. “What is her problem? Anyone would think that she needed the protection of it.”
“She’s just doing her job. She is right though. If we’re having one we both need to be happy with the contents before we sign.”
“Okay.” Tasha sighed again.
“Will you please stop sighing? Now, pre-nup, talk to me about it, baby.”
“Right; if I shag anybody else we are over and then I get zilch. If we have kids you’ll take care of them including school fees, medical insurance, a home and child support regardless of why we split. If we split because of anything other than me cheating I get loads of cash and a home, is that about it?” she asked fairly certain that it was.
“That about sums it up. Oh, and any children will be and will remain American citizens and you will not relocate to the U.K., not with them anyway,” he clarified.
“I have never been interested in your money, although all the conditions and restrictions with children worry me a little.” For the first time she truly acknowledged the only real concerns she had about the possibility of their marriage failing. Although, she knew the first concern for her was just how she’d recover and mend her broken heart if she lost Jim.
“Non-negotiable, baby. I will no more have my children living on the other side of the world than I would my fiancée and I like to know the legal system I am working with so my children will be U.S. citizens. I know it was never about money for you and I was all for no pre-nup, but you and my brother wanted one, so here it is,” he said seriously.
