“Every outfit you’ve tried has been fine, baby. What did you buy today?”
“Nothing suitable for tonight. I got something for the concert next week, my shoes and something see through and sexy,” she revealed.
“Did you now?” He pulled her closer. “Sounds good to me, but maybe not for a family dinner. Let’s take a look at what you’ve got and get you dressed,” he said seriously.
Tasha gave him a wry glance.
“I get that I’m usually getting you out of clothes, but for this occasion I need you dressed. Later though I will revert to my default setting of stripping you off, baby.”
She smiled at him and arched a brow, suddenly relaxed, knowing he would indeed revert to his default but also confident that he would find something for her to wear.
“Don’t you be flirting with me, Miss Winters or we will be late and you will be wearing whatever I grab first and damp panties.”
“And now with that idea in my mind we will be on time and I will be wearing something that isn’t the first thing that you grab and wet panties.” She rested against the door frame of the walk in wardrobe.
“Don’t talk about wet panties, Tasha, it makes me horny,” he protested with a huge grin across his face. “Now, clothes.” He disappeared into the wardrobe and returned a few minutes later. “Put this on, let me see.”
She removed her nude satin bra and stood in just a seamless, nude, bikini brief and slipped on the sapphire blue, full skirted, halter neck dress. She looked at herself in the mirror as the skirt fell across her thighs and she thought it was an ideal choice by Jim. It was feminine and chic. It had a certain romantic allure with a shirred bodice, front knot and the lightest padding giving just the right amount of shaping and coverage. The matte jersey draped across her chest, abdomen, bottom and down her thighs before the full skirt finished about four inches above her knees.
“Good choice, Mr Maybury,” she said and really meant it as she disappeared into the wardrobe to find some shoes.
“I think these match,” she called, but as she appeared Jim frowned.
“Are you colour blind?” he asked confused.
Tasha shook her head and with a small, seductive smile lifted her dress to reveal her nude bikini brief that did provide a perfect colour match for the nude stilettos she was now wearing.
“Ah, I see,” said Jim, stalking towards her, not stopping until she was barely a couple of inches away from him. “But, now, every time I look at those shoes I am going to be thinking about your panties and your sexy ass that’s in them.” He pulled her against him and skirted his finger around the edge of her panties. “And then, I will be thinking of peeling them off later,” he whispered as he nuzzled her ear, making her gasp. “You look beautiful, baby, but I need to get away from you before I rip those panties off you and make us very late. Meet me downstairs, with the ring, and don’t change again,” he called as he left her still slightly breathless.
Could this last or would it fizzle out? They were very much in the early days of a highly sexual relationship, but what if that’s all it was, the first flush of a new relationship? She shook her head at herself in the mirror and decided she would never tire of Jim’s touch.
She ruffled her hair with her fingers to make the curls she’d put in a little less perfect, then touched up her clear lip gloss and mascara before adding a quick spray of perfume and headed to the door with her clutch under her arm.
Philip and Juan were already in the family room talking to Jim when Tasha joined them.
Philip whistled at her. “I feel a little under dressed now.”
He stood in an almost identical outfit of jeans and a white t-shirt to his father. Juan had gone for jeans and a white shirt.
Juan shook his head but offered his boyfriend a warm and loving smile. “You are always under dressed.”
Tasha offered a small curtsey. “Jim’s choice.”
“Maybe I get my gay sense of style from you then, Dad,” Philip suggested with a seriousness that made Tasha laugh as they heard the door open before Lizzie appeared.
“Hi,” she cried and hugged them all in turn. “Mom had to get off, she and Lenny are having a date night, so I’m staying over tonight, if that’s okay?” she asked with a grimace at the thought of her mother and Lenny’s assignation.
Tasha smiled in admiration at the speed with which Sara moved. A date night in an empty house so soon was impressive. Suddenly, she realised Jim was staring at her.
“Tasha, I said of course it’s okay for Lizzie to stay over,” he said, obviously repeating himself.
“Yes of course. It’s your home, Lizzie.” She still grinned about Sara as Jim frowned at her.
“Right, there is something I need to say before we go,” started Jim.
Juan was already preparing to skulk into the background. “I’ll leave you alone for a minute.”
“No, Juan it’s fine, stay.” Tasha smiled at him.
