But surely such an idea was silly. It was just her crush speaking. Or her own activities with Russ, causing her to impose a scandalous view on a simple and completely innocent statement.
Feeling more awkward than ever, since she was probably making herself look foolish by standing there, staring up at him with nothing to say, Meg excused herself to go to the bathroom. It wasn't a complete lie, she was sure she could pee, but mostly she needed a few minutes to compose herself. Maybe splash some water on her face.
Because thinking that Leo Crisp might see meeting her as a benefit of his job—especially since this was only the second time they'd ever seen each other—was just ludicrous. No matter what was happening with her and her husband's sex life, the real Leo Crisp was not part of it.
The bathroom was inside, down a long hallway away from the kitchen, and the sounds of the party quickly muffled. Almost everyone was outside anyway, enjoying themselves. She could just take a few minutes of privacy to get herself back on trackand when she went back outside she would find someone else to talk to. By then, Leo Crisp would already be back in the thick of activities, she was sure.
The door to the bathroom was almost closed behind her when it suddenly slammed into something hard and bounced back so quickly Meg let out a little squeak and jumped out of the way.
Standing in the doorway, brown eyes glowing with that inner light, was Leo Crisp. Meg stared up at him, too shocked to say anything, her mind having stuttered to a halt in complete confusion.
CHAPTER THREE
Smiling down at her,Leo stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
"Russ tells me you're not wearing any panties under that gorgeous dress of yours. Is that true?"
Meg gasped, her thighs automatically pressing together, hands flying to her front as if to push her skirt down, but it was already down and Leo's smile grew wider, a flash of white teeth that was far too attractive to be fair. She felt completely exposed even though he hadn't done anything but say what was true. Why on earth had Russ told him that?
"Because I made a bet with him that you wouldn't do it," Leo said, and Meg almost jumped as she realized she'd spoken out loud.
Her cheeks flamed.
"A bet?" she asked, squeaking again.
"Yes," Leo said, leaning against the door and crossing his arms over his chest. "I bet him you wouldn't come today without panties. But you did, didn't you?"
Feeling almost mesmerized, the way a mouse might feel in front of a King Cobra, Meg stared back at him. Everything felt sosurreal, she was sure it couldn't actually be happening. Perhaps she was dreaming?
"Yes," she whispered, feeling compelled to answer him for some reason. Maybe it was just his confidence, the authoritative way he held himself, the way he asked the question with every expectation she would answer... but the word slipped out.
"Show me."
Meg gasped. The order felt almost like a physical blow, straight to her pussy, making her inner muscles clench in sudden arousal. Beneath her dress, her nipples stiffened and she hunched her shoulders forward.
"What?"
"Pull up that pretty skirt and show me, I want to see." Even though he was still leaning casually against the closed door, his words were filled with such command Meg found her hands moving before she really thought about it.
Maybe it was because of the way he'd become intrinsically enmeshed in her sex life, maybe it was because she'd fantasized about him so often, or maybe it was just because some part of her responded to his unthinking dominance, but Meg found she couldn't say no. And if she were being entirely truthful with herself, she didn't want to say no. She wanted to find out what was going to happen next. What he would do.
Her pulse pounded through her veins as she took two handfuls of her skirt and slowly pulled it up, baring her milky white thighs and then her neatly trimmed patch of red curls. Leo's eyes had dropped to her legs, watching the partial striptease with appreciation. He smiled as her curls came into view, an approving expression on his face.
"Very pretty, Meg," he said. "Do you trim?"
"Yes," she whispered. She didn't know why she didn't just drop her skirt back down any more than she knew why she'dpulled it up in the first place. All she knew was that she was more aroused than she'd ever been in her life.
She couldn't help but wonder how Russ would react when she told him. If she told him. Thinking about him almost made her drop the skirt, but then Leo was stepping forward and her fingers tightened convulsively as he closed the small space between them.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Meg," he said, his voice deep, compelling. Meg stared up at him, still holding onto her skirt, absolutely breathless and wondering what he would do next. Frozen, waiting to find out. "With a lovely pussy. I wonder if your tits are as pretty."
Her hands jerked toward her breasts, but she stopped, because she couldn't show them to him without letting go of her skirt, and she suddenly desperately wanted to do both.
Leo chuckled, and answered as if he'd read her mind. "Keep your skirt up, beautiful, I'll take your tits out myself."
For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to protest as he placed his hands on her waist and then slid them up to cup her breasts. She made a small whimpering sound in her throat, staring up at him, into his eyes, as his large hands closed around the soft mounds. His hands were huge, bigger than Russ', but her breasts were still large enough that they spilled out around his fingers.
"Oh yes, you have very nice tits, Meg," he said, his fingers gliding up to pull down her neckline. The sundress stretched easily as he reached into her top and pulled her breasts up, her nipples puffy and swollen, eager to be touched. His hands felt hot on her skin, his fingers rougher than her husband's and so much more exciting.
