“Actually I wasn’t thinking that.” he smiled. “I believed you when you said there was nothing.”
“Well, you have to give me time on this one then.”
He seemed to contemplate that for a moment, his eyes searching her expression. “All right.”
That seemed too easy. Since when did he let things go? Thankfully he explained.
“At first I thought it was the ruse we are putting on for your family because you are so ethical, but we’ve established your guilt over that. This seems deeper. I’ll give you time, but not much. I told you before that I’m impatient when it comes to you, so I do expect you to tell me what is bothering you. ”
“I would be surprised if you didn’t.” Obviously he knew this wasn’t the time to press her. She was grateful. Yes, she’d made up her mind, that she would tell him how she felt, but not so soon. Not yet.
“Now on to something more appealing. These jeans make your ass look fantastic.” His hand moved over her hip and cupped one of her cheeks.
“Flatterer.”
His eyes darkened. “If you knew how damn hot it was seeing that exquisite piece of anatomy naked and move against me, you wouldn’t tease.”
Her expression dropped and she was certain she felt a tightening deep in her pelvis.
“What’s even sexier is the fact that I’ve been the only one to have my hands on the bare skin of it. Hell Tammy, it turns me on just thinking about it.”
Her mouth parted again. She was doing her best to remember to breathe.
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking that I wish I wore a dress.” Her eyes met his, full of desire.
He chuckled. “You never cease to amazing me.” He kissed her again.
Tammy felt the car ease to a halt and knew they were at their destination. She sighed in disappointment.
“It’s okay. Tonight will be all the sweeter with this sexual anticipation between us.”
“If you say so.”
He chuckled and reached into the inside pocket of his suit withdrawing his wallet then the familiar black credit card.
Tammy reluctantly moved off his lap and studied the expensive boutiques along the sidewalk.
He handed her his credit card. “Surprise me.”
Her brows rose. “Oh, so you’re not going to tell me what to buy?”
He chuckled, “No. You have elegant tastes. You know what looks good with your body, so you don’t need me. I trust you.”
Trust. Again the guilt. Why couldn’t she just blurt it out and get it over with? Well, because she was too scared thinking he’d end it, that’s why. She took his card just as Vern opened the door.
“We’ll wait. Take your time.”
She nodded and got out of the car, smiled at Vern and went into one of the boutiques.
She started feeling guilty because she’d walked in and out of three stores without getting that gut feeling that anything in there would suit her. She honestly was looking for something sexy, yet classy. Something that would make Marianne take a back seat to her tonight. Vern just maneuvered the car every time she came out of a shop and into the next one. Finally, in the fourth store, she saw what she wanted. It was a long stunning dress with a bustier bodice of nude material, elegantly beaded and trailed down to a long black skirt. She was glad Lance stayed in the car because she didn’t want him to see this. She wanted to knock his socks off tonight. Also, he was too darn good looking. The sales ladies probably wouldn’t have been as attentive if he was in there with her.
In the dressing room it fit her perfectly. She looked at the price tag and near fell over. It cost over two thousand dollars. How could she possibly accept that from Lance? She rubbed her forehead and looked in the mirror. “Remember Tammy. You are on a mission here,” she said to herself. Then she puffed out a breath for courage. The dress was as elegant as could be without making her look desperate. It made her figure stand out and that was the deciding factor. She couldn’t pay Lance back but she had to get the dress.
Vern was standing beside the car when she emerged. He instantly took the long opaque bag from her. She thanked him, and he opened the door. She slid in beside Lance.
“So?” he asked tucking his phone away into his inside suit jacket pocket.
