“Uh, what?” she replies as she backs up further.
“We got off on the wrong foot tonight.” I finally catch up to the little minx, probably because I’ve got her backed up against the side of the world’s tiniest sofa. Looking down at her, I take notice of how little makeup she’s wearing. There’s a dusting of pink powder on her cheeks and a light shimmer on her eyelids. “You’re beautiful, Lex.”
With a dramatic eye roll, she scoffs. “You’re just saying that because I guilted you into it.”
“No, you didn’t.” I slide my right hand around her waist and my left onto the back of her neck. I lean down slowly, so she knows I’m going to kiss her. I don't want to spook her. When my lips meet hers, I feel a tingle that runs down my spine right to my balls. This woman turns me on so damn much.
I use my tongue to wedge her mouth open and get right to business––close to where we left off today in my office. She kisses me back then, and I feel myself harden. Not wanting to get carried away, I pull away grasping her ponytail in my hand. I tug it gently forcing her eyes upward. “Look at me, Lex.” When she looks up, I see desire in those lovely blue eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Okay.” Lexie’s voice is barely a whisper.
“Do you want to go to this awards thing with me tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Great.” I release her ponytail and step back. “Let’s grab that hideous coat of yours and go.”
Lexie giggles at that statement. “Not tonight. I’ve got a matching capelet that goes with this dress.”
A coat that matches that hideous patterned dress? “Awesome.”
She giggles again picking up a cape-like jacket in the exact fabric of her dress. It falls to the bottom edge of her dress. After she’s got it on and it’s buttoned up, I smile. I’ve got to admit it to her. “That’s nice.”
With her brow arched, I try again. “It looks great with the dress. How’s that?”
“Better. Let’s go.” She stops on her way to the door and turns to me. “Are you getting an award tonight?”
I shrug. “Maybe.” I am. A big one but I’ll let her be surprised.
“Oh, wow. That’s nice.”
“Nice?”
She throws her head back and laughs. “See? ‘Nice’ sort of sucks.”
“I see that.”
Once we’re loaded in the car, champagne in hand, I call up to Eric. “Can you please stop at Neiman Marcus on the way to the venue, Eric?”
“Sure thing, boss.”
When he pulls up to the front of the store, I turn to my date. “I’ll just be a moment.” Sipping her champagne, she nods.
I work quickly and find exactly what I’m looking for, a pink, silk, patterned Ermenegildo Zenga tie. Taking the purchased item in my hand, I jog out to the waiting car. Inside, I pull out the tie from the bag and hold it in front of Lexie. “How’s this one?”
Her eyes double in size and a beaming smile slides across her full lips. “It’s gorgeous. And pink.”
“To match your dress.”
I watch her face blush as I pull off the wretched gray abomination I’ve got around my neck.
Setting her glass in one of the cup holders, she slides toward me. “Would you like me to tie that for you? I used to tie my dad’s ties for him whenever he had to wear one, which wasn’t often.” I’m listening to her, but really, my eyes are on her dress that is currently sliding up her thigh. I’m liking that dress more and more. As it moves up it slowly reveals a garter.
Those fucking garters. Growling, I slide my palm up her thigh until I’m touching the exposed undergarment. “These things make me insane, Lex.”
Taking the tie out of my left hand, she unfolds it. “I’ve gathered.”
As my palm rests on her leg, I watch her as she moves closer to wrap the new tie around my neck. She lifts my collar up so she can slide the pink tie into place. My breath is becoming more labored, my heart beating faster as I watch. It’s intimate, getting your tie done by someone else.
