“Help,” she calls out, stepping out of frame when she speaks.
“Help with what? I can’t help you if I can’t see you.”
She pops back into frame and leans in, bringing her face closer to the camera. “Hair clip or no hair clip?” She lifts a silver sparkly hair clip up to her scalp, hovering it over where she might want to pin it in and then drops it again.
As I look at her, the knock at my door steals my attention away. I snag my phone and carry it with me to answer it.
“Hey, beautiful,” Miles says as I open the door for him. Just the sound of his deep, rich voice makes me warm all over. His smile grows the longer he takes me in.
“Hey there, handsome. Here, come on in, I need a few more minutes,” I say hurriedly, holding the door for him to come inside before walking back intomy bathroom to finish getting ready while helping Rae with her fashion emergency.
“Show me with the clip one more time,” I direct, pinching my eyebrows up at the phone. When she told me she’s wearing silver, I chose to be her opposite and go with gold. From what I can tell from the small sliver I can see from her over the video call, she looks amazing. She lifts the clip towards her head and pauses, waiting for my opinion. “With the clip. It looks good with your makeup—pulls it all together.”
“Girl, thank you,” she gushes. “I tried to ask Leon and he wouldn’t give me a straight answer.”
“Baby, I told you that I liked either option,” I hear him call out from somewhere in the distance.
“And I toldyouthat not picking isn’t helpful.” I see her eyes fall on someone else off frame and smirk.
“Men,” I tease.
“Exactly.”
“Help me pick my shoes,” I say, hurrying towards my closet.
Reaching it, I set my phone against the doorframe and step back so I’m in frame of my phone’s camera.
“Girl, that dress is incredible. You look like a seventies pop star,” Rae compliments. I do a spin for her and pick up my two shoe options.
“Okay, boots or heels?” I ask her, holding up one and then the other in front of my feet so she can help me pick.
“Boots for sure. Very you, very cute. Plus, they’ll be way more comfortable walking around downtown.”
“You’re so right.” I toss the heels into the back of my closet and set the boots down to step into them. In the background of the video, I catch a glimpse of him stepping intomy room. Spinning around, I take him in for real for the first time, noticing how good he actually looks.
He’s wearing dark gray dress pants and a crisp white button down shirt that’s unbuttoned at the top few holes. He has his sleeves rolled up his forearms and is freshly showered. His aftershave paired with whatever cologne he has on immediately sets my senses on fire and I want to say ‘fuck it’ to leaving the house at all. The way he’s looking at me makes me wonder if he’s thinking the same thing.
“You look stunning,” he mewls, taking a few predatory steps towards me. His eyes take me in as he gets closer and when he can reach me, he loops an arm around my waist and pulls me in. When our bodies meet, I can feel how much he means his words from the tension under his pants.
“You aren’t too bad yourself,” I say, close to his lips. His hands sink down low below my waist and possessively rests on the top of my ass.
A throat is very loudly cleared causing me to stumble backwards. When he walked into the room, I’d completely forgotten that I still had Rae on FaceTime and she’s currently getting a clear shot of us.
“Before you take one another’s clothes off, Hanna, I’ll let you know when we leave. Might be a few minutes behind but I don’t think y’all are in a huge rush either,” she jokes, looking at us up and down over the phone. I grin at Miles and walk to pick up my phone.
“Just text me when you leave and that’s when we’ll leave too,” I say, picking up my phone.
“Will do. See you two shortly! If you’re going to take your clothes off, make it quick so you aren’t too late!” she calls out before laughing.
“Goodbye, Rae,” I groan, ending the call.
I feel Miles’s hand on my waist again and turn to facehim, tossing my phone onto my bed. I can’t help but smile when I look up and see how he’s looking at me—like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“Hey, there. You look awfully handsome tonight,” I compliment, looping my arms around his neck.
“Me? Says you. Who said you were allowed to look this good? I like to pride myself on being a decent man but the things this dress is making me want to do to you are anythingbutdecent.”
When he presses his lips into the side of my neck I almost moan. His hands slip lower and one of them grazes the top of my thigh, his fingers slipping under the bottom of my dress. My head falls back as he kisses me deeper and I grip the back of his shirt tightly. He takes a step forward, splitting my legs with his, pressing his hard center into my hip. The hand that was once on my thigh is slowly dragging the hem of my dress up, exposing the black lace underwear I’d put on earlier.
