Her threat holds no weight. Not when she melts into me, her body begging for more even though her mouth protests. The easy access to her tits emboldens me to reach underneath her cleavage and palm one.
“The fuck is this?” I growl, sensing something foreign there. I slip the shoulder of her dress away, revealing a beige patch that covers her nipple.
“It’s to avoid potential nip slips,” she explains, adjusting her cleavage back in place. When I try to push it again, she escapes with a giggle and sits in the seat opposite mine. “You’re impossible,” she says with a shake of her head.
“And you’re telling me you’re okay with spending the evening with no underwear on, but you needthatto feel protected?”
“In my defense, I fully intended on wearing my panties. And I don’t see how I could accidentally flash my pussy to anyone.”
“Maybe you can flash it to me now and then, when no one else is looking,” I suggest with a smirk.
“Like this?”
I’m not ready for it when she spreads the slit of her dress open, parting her knees just enough to flash me her delectable cunt. It doesn’t last long, but enough to trigger the need to kneel before her and sample her. Fuck, I might be the one with a wet patch by the time we get there.
“An hour,” I grunt, looking at the passing streets. “We stay an hour, and then I’ll take you home.”
Ifeel like I’m in some kind of Cinderella remake as we enter the incredible ballroom of the Campbell Imperial. Someone took our coats when we arrived, and we were then offered a wide choice of welcome cocktails on a lavish table with various hors d’oeuvres. Hundreds of guests and staffers are already there, and the opulence of it all has me feeling incredibly out of place. Especially since I’m not wearing anything under my dress.
It’s crazy to me that I’d never done that before, but it’s the second time in under a month that I find myself going commando like this. Lex really has a knack for taking me out of my comfort zone.
At least I’m very happy with my dress. I owe Mason a huge one for linking me up with his friend. And I owe his friend for finding the most beautiful ballet flats I have ever seen. The bedazzled slippers are so opulent, looking like they are made of gold, that I don’t feel bad about not wearing high heels after all. Better this than tripping every three steps.
The massive room is beautifully decorated for Christmas, with tones of rose gold and teal everywhere. Each table has a large centerpiece ofpine tree branches and shiny and delicate ornaments. All around the room, immense Christmas trees have the same color palette, with ribbons, flowers, trinkets, lights… The small tree we assembled with Tami in our living room is pathetic in comparison. But there’s been so much going on that I barely had time to prepare for the Christmas season.
The place is packed, and I assume even more guests will arrive because the chairs are only partially filled. Massive round tables are spread around, and there’s a stage at the far end of the room, where a five-person orchestra plays a jazzy version of “Jingle Bells.” The amount of money being spent here is insane, especially since this is for charity. I can’t imagine how much money Evora hopes to raise to make up for all that extravagance.
Lex’s hand stays on my lower back the whole time the staff member leads us to our table. Once we reach it, we’re greeted by the familiar smiles of Kevin and his wife. They both stand up, and Michelle wraps me in a warm hug, which I wasn’t expecting.
“I was so happy when Kev told me you were coming, Andy,” she says as she releases me. “The boys will handle their business, and we’ll have one another to entertain ourselves.”
I admire her burgundy velvet gown, stunned by her elegance. The mermaid shape does wonders on her hourglass figure, and I can’t believe she had a baby less than two months ago. “You look stunning,” I tell her.
“You too. Look at this gorgeous dress…”
Kevin greets me next, and we all sit down.
“We’ve been meaning to invite you two for dinner,” Michelle explains. “Do you have any New Year’s Eve plans, Andy?”
“My roommate and I are hosting a small party.”
“Ah, Lex wasn’t sure if you could come or not. I guess we’ll have other opportunities.”
“Maybe I can drop by early on and then go to my party,” I offer.
“Nonsense, you can’t arrive late at your own party. I guess Lex will have to do without you for an evening. If he can, that is,” she humors, glimpsing at my man talking with hers.
Another couple joins us about five minutes later, and Lex introduces me as his girlfriend, omitting the fact that I work for them. It’s definitely better that way. I don’t want side looks from their big-shot investors the whole night. The table arrangement is a little tricky, and while I’m glad to be seated next to Lex, it’s hard to have a conversation with Michelle, three seats from me. We still manage, though, despite the increasing activity in the room.
At some point, Lex rests his hand on my thigh, which is exposed by the slit in my dress. Although his warm palm disturbs me at first, as wellas his thumb mindlessly grazing my skin, I don’t prevent it, enjoying the contact. But when he subtly moves it toward my inner thigh, near my exposed pussy, the shivers that run through me become too much.
Bending toward him, I whisper in his ear, “My doghouse threat still stands.” His jaw twitches, and the shadow of a smile bends the corner of his lips upward. But his hand returns to its original position.
“Hello, everyone,” a woman greets to our left.
I freeze all over when I recognize it. And Lex must sense it because he gently squeezes my thigh. I force myself to look at her, containing the embarrassment I feel. I knew I’d see her again, and it was one of the reasons I wanted to come here tonight. I need to apologize for the way I treated her and convince her that I’m not the abusive girlfriend I passed for.
I return her smile the best I can, trying to push back the shame of my terrible behavior the last time we met. Evora is gorgeous, of course, with her wavy dark hair cleverly styled away from her face and makeup that makes her look even more beautiful than she already is. She’s wearing a bright red strapless jumpsuit embroidered with red crystals. Only she can wear pants at such an event and still be the most feminine woman in the room. Especially given how incredible her breasts look in that tight bustier.
