Ignoring him, I lean closer to Andrea. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yeah, I’ve never been to a gala before, so I’d love to go,” she confidently replies. “I don’t have a dress, though, but I can arrange that.”
“Girl, I know someone,” Mason chimes in. “He’s the goat, and I’m sure he can whip you up something by then.”
That immediately captivates Andrea’s attention, who starts talking logistics with Mason. I turn to Kevin to send him an annoyed look. If this goes to shit again, I’ll blame it on him this time.
He ignores my temper and asks, “So, Hensley or Rosenthal?”
“Sit me next to Andrea, and then I genuinely couldn’t care less.”
“Alright, Rosenthal it is.”
Just like that, he’s off on his merry way while I’m left having to deal with whatever his actions will bring. Andrea doesn’t seem upset about having to attend, looking at Mason’s phone while he scrolls to show her the kind of dresses his friend makes.
Is she really fine with going? Won’t it come back to bite me in the ass later on?
There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?
Chapter 29
“It’s a tie,” I say with a proud smirk as I input our last entry into my phone.
Lex groans, disliking that. At the pace I’m going, I’ll be way ahead of him in no time, and it’s thrilling. I finally got good enough to challenge his bedroom abilities.About damn time.
We’re in the kitchen after a particularly steamy session of racing to make each other come. Our evenings usually start like this, then he goes down on me, fingering me until I come, sometimes making me squirt. Then I finish him off, and we go to sleep. In the end, I didn’t bring Jensen with me. When I take a cock again, it’ll be his, not silicone. We are having fun with the plugs, though, and I’m feeling comfortable with the second size now. He slipped the third one inside me earlier, and I still have it in, getting used to this diameter.
He’s scavenging the fridge in his underwear to find us some sustenance while I sit on the counter, wearing nothing but his T-shirt. The gala is in only two days, and while I have the gown and a hair and makeup appointment, I don’t feel ready.
We’ll spend an evening in the presence of the bombshell that is Evora Campbell, and I have to give myself at least a fighting chance. It isn’t a competition, I know that, but I can’t help myself. I need to prove to the world I’m worthy of Alexander Coleman. And beyond that, he’ll get to compare us the whole evening for the first time. The other night didn’t count because I was clearly not myself. This Saturday, though, I have to look the best I can.
“I can practically hear the gears turning in your head. What are you overthinking about?” he says as he returns with food, proving he knows me way too well.
“I was wondering if I really have to wear high heels.”
He chuckles. “You can wear whatever you want, freckles. If everything goes according to my plan, we go in, spend an hour, and then get out of there.”
“Hmm… I like that. I’m sure we can find better ways to spend our evening.”
“Damn right, we can.”
He spreads the food on the counter beside me and asks, “What do you want? I have bread, so I can also make you a sandwich.”
It’s all very tempting, but I’ve been doing really well losing weight for the past three weeks, and I can’t cave at the last moment. I need to look good for that gala, so no overindulgence until then.
“I think I’ll just have a glass of water,” I say instead.
His reaction isn’t what I expect. “Alright, that’s it,” he snaps, setting down the jar of pickles a little too hard. “What is going on with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve barely been eating, Andrea.”
“You noticed?”
“Of course I did! Your ass is fading before my very eyes, and no matter how much I try to make you eat, you won’t.”
“I’m trying to lose a few pounds,” I protest, offended that he doesn’t appreciate my efforts.
