His hand grazes my cheek. “I’ve always wanted to see you in a red dress. You never wear bright colors. Here—” he walks a few feet away and grabs a red dress from the rack “—I saw this earlier.” His voice grows husky. “I’d love for you to try it on for me.”
He emphasizes the words “for me” and my tummy does a little flip. “Okay,” I say in a small voice.
His expression softens. “It’s just for fun. You don’t have to get it if you hate it.”
“I’m not letting the camera crew inside the dressing room for this one.”
He scowls. “Fuck no, you’re not. This is for me. Not the whole damn campus.”
Heat unfurls in my belly. I hate that his possessiveness turns me on.
I grab the dress from his hand and walk to the dressing room. I can do this. I’ve already tried on a dress for him.
But not like this one. This dress is going to show every inch of my skin.
I’ve done it once, so why is it so hard this time?
Maybe because this dress is just for Tristan, and something about that idea makes me dizzy. It feels like we’re a real couple.
A moment later, I’m in the dressing room trying to pull the dress over my thick body. It’s so tight, I have to hop up and down to get it over my big ass. When I finally pull the straps onto my arms, I find I have a real problem.
I stretch my arm as far over my back as I can to grab the zipper, making my shoulder pop.
“Hey, Tristan?” I call out.
“Yes?” he answers immediately.
“Can you help me zip it up?”
He’s quiet for a moment, but when he finally responds, the huskiness in his voice sends a shiver down my spine. “I’d be honored.”
When I open the dressing room door, he immediately walks inside. His pretty blue eyes roam my body as if they’re hungry for me, which makes me hot everywhere.
He stands behind me but doesn’t move to zip up my dress right away. In the mirror, I see his mouth move to my ear. “Can I take it off instead? The camera crew won’t know.”
“No!” I squeal, hating myself for how childish I sound. He was probably only kidding. “Zip it up. Now.”
He chuckles as his hands drop to the small of my back. He takes his sweet time zipping it up, his fingers touching my back as he pulls the clasp to the top.
“Damn, Amy,” he says, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “You’re only allowed to wear this dress around me, okay?”
I snort. “No. I’ll be wearing this dress wherever the fuck I want.”
He bursts into laughter, and something about the deep rumble makes me laugh too. When his chuckles finally subside, his mouth returns to my ear. “Someday I’ll have the pleasure of spanking you for that sassy mouth.”
My tummy fills with liquid heat, and as if my feet have a will of their own, they turn me around to face Tristan. His eyes widen minutely before I bring my mouth to his neck and place a small kiss on his tan skin.
“Oh fuck, Amy,” he whispers. “I need more. Let’s go to my house after this.”
My belly catches fire. I can’t go to his house right now. He’s turning me on too much with his worshipful looks, and I’d probably be tempted to sleep with him.
Not yet. I’ll get my final revenge just before the closing ceremony of the game.
Right before he gets the chance to execute whatever plan he’s brewing.
A slow smile spreads over my face. “No. I need to write.” I flip around, trying my best to plant a severe expression on my face. “Now get out of here. I need to change back into my clothes. Why don’t you make yourself useful and find me some jewelry.”
He shoots me a devilish smile. “As you wish, my queen.”
