I’m not even kidding; the dress is stunning. Not something I would wear to my wedding, but for some sexy role-play with Grey while he gets all hot and bothered? Definitely. It’s a beautiful semi-sheer, lace-fitted dress with a deep plungingneckline, a corseted bodice, and 3D flowers all over, finished off with lace cap sleeves and a dramatic high leg slit.
Honestly, it gives the illusion that you can see through the dress, but you can’t, which is probably what Brey hates about it. It makes it look like she’s naked with flowers stuck to her skin.
“She’s right, though. I’m totally gay, but, fuck me, even I could be persuaded with a dress like that,” Sam declares, looking the dress up and down before we turn and head back to the kitchen.
“Have you ever slept with a woman, Sam?” Cecilia asks him while we all look at her with wide eyes. “What? I’m curious.”
“I have. I dated a girl all through high school. Then I got to college and had a hot as hell roommate, and that’s when I decided I was more into men than women. Haven’t went back since.”
“Wow. And you didn’t have a clue before that?” Morgan asks next.
“I did. I used to consider myself bi since I always found men attractive as well. But I never fully explored it until then,” he says with a shrug.
“Hmm, interesting. We’ll come back to that. I want details, but I’m not sure virgin ears over here will like that.” I point at Aubrey, who’s red from head to toe. She tolerates a bit of sex talk, but I’m afraid two men having sex might be pushing it a little for her.
“We’ll wait till we get home,” I whisper to Sam with a wink.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “What did I sign myself up for?” he says sarcastically.
“Oh, you have no idea. But it will be fun. I promise,” Cecilia tells him with a giggle.
Just then the baby monitor comes to life in Sam’s hand. He smiles down at it, then back up to us. “I’ll get these little ones and bring them outside for a bit of air with some snacks. Leave you guys to your wine and cheesy movies,” he says, strolling towardthe stairs to the spare room Morgan has set up with two cribs for Dante and Gracie. We spend so much time all together that all our homes now have two cribs for when the kids need to nap.
“You’re amazing! Bring my baby down here first. I want to give her a kiss,” I shout after him.
Chapter forty-three
Emma
Safe to say, Ronnie’s in shit.
Once Sam has returned and I’ve peppered Little Tulip’s face with kisses, we refill our glasses and gather up some snacks and extra wine bottles. We bring the lot to the living room table, then sit down side by side on Morgan’s huge sectional.
We look absolutely ridiculous in our dresses with wine glasses in hand, but the laughter that pours out of us every time we peek at each other makes it totally worth it. Plus, Morgan has the biggest grin on her face and looks like herself for the first time today, which was the whole point of this wild activity.
“Hey, I thought you said you were working tonight, Brey?” Cecilia frowns, checking the time.
“I was supposed to, but I called to let the girls know I wouldn’t be in tonight and asked them to lock up instead. We were threescheduled on the floor, and Tuesday nights are usually pretty quiet, so they should be okay. But I told them to call if there was anything, and I’m picking up one of their shifts in exchange.”
“It must be cool to be manager of your own little store. You practically make all the decisions,” I say.
“Yeah, but I still have to do my job and report back to my boss. Clara mostly gives me free rein on everything, but I don’t want to disappoint her, either,” Aubrey adds.
Morgan hums from beside Cecilia, who sits to my left, while Veronica is at my right. “That makes sense. What about you, Ronnie? Took the day off, too?”
“Ha! Every day is a day off for me since Saturday night.”
Cecilia leans in to look past me and over at Ronnie. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I was scheduled to work a double Saturday even though I told them I couldn’t work that night because of the gala. But they refused to cover my shift, so I left, and they called me ten minutes later to tell me I was fired.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal. I guess for her it isn’t, this girl passes jobs like crazy. I just think she hasn’t found the right one for her yet. “So now I’m looking for another job. Again.”
“Hmm, you know, I think I might have the perfect job for you,” Cece tells her.
She pipes up, looking excited. “Really? Where?”
“It’s for some of the hockey players. It’s a cleaning job mostly, so I don’t know if you’d be into that. But it pays really, really well, and you’d only work like three times a week. You might also have to run errands for them since their schedule is so packed and all over the place, but I’m sure it would be worth the money,” Cecilia informs her.
Oh, the sneaky little bitch. I know exactly where she’s going with this.And from the side-eye she keeps shooting me, she knows I’ve caught on.
