Page 45 of Bourbon Truths
“Uh, hello. Our first date was eating crawfish.”
It didn’t escape me that she’d used the term “first date.” Instead of correcting her that this would be our only date, I let the comment slide because frankly, I was having a good time, and I didn’t want to spoil that, even if this night was a onetime thing for me. If I was only going to be with her in a “boyfriend” capacity for one night, I wanted to remember it as a good time.
“Here we are,” Lyla said, stopping and letting the awkward moment slide away.
I scanned the street and saw we were standing outside a building that was smartly lit up on the inside. A sign hanging over it said Trashy Diva.
“Where are we?” I asked, wondering what Lyla was up to.
“You’ll see.” She smiled, pulling me inside.
I didn’t have to walk too far into the store to realize Lyla had brought me to a lingerie store. Chandeliers lit up the small space. Light bounced off the white walls and racks of dresses were lined up in the front of the store, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. What had a light sheen of sweat breaking out over my skin were the small pieces of fabric in the back.
“Help me pick something out,” Lyla suggested with an evil glint.
“Hey, Lyla,” a clerk called to her. “Looking for anything in particular?”
“Hey, Tammy. I am. I’m looking for something green or something that would look pretty with green.”
Tammy tapped her chin with a pen and then said, “I’ve got a couple of ideas. Shall I set you up in a room?”
“Please. Can I have a corner room, please? I want this guy to be able to sit comfortably while I try things on.”
Tammy gave me the once-over and hid a snicker the minute her eyes landed on my shirt.
Rolling my eyes, I said, “It’s the only kind of lingerie I will wear.”
Tammy out-right laughed. “Well, it’s very becoming on you.”
I liked Tammy.
While she and Lyla talked, I went to the back, where a gold chair was tucked in the corner. I took a seat and waited patiently as Tammy pulled a couple of items for Lyla. I wasn’t going to lie; I was actually pretty damn thrilled about this portion of the date.
Once Lyla was behind a curtain, I stared down at the tassels on my shirt, wondering who the hell had printed such a thing. Apparently there were zero standards when it came to shirt-making.
“Are you ready?” Lyla called from behind the curtain.
I looked around to see if anyone else was in the store. In the midst of looking at my shirt, I missed the fact that Tammy had put up a sign in the store front that had a clock on it, making me assume she’d taken off for a quick break, leaving Lyla and I alone.
Excitement boiled inside of me. “Yeah,” I answered.
Lyla whipped open the curtain and strutted toward me, taking my fucking breath right from my lungs.
Standing before me, she was wearing the mask I’d just bought her with a piece of lingerie that should have been illegal. It was a green top that came to just below her hips, it was skin tight, and it was fucking see-through. She’d neglected to wear a bra, displaying her hardened nipples to perfection. A black thong was wrapped around her hips, making me silently beg for her to turn around.
She stood in front of me with zero shame. “If only I had on some strappy heels, it would be the perfect the outfit.”
“Fuck the heels,” I rasped, taking her entire body in. I shifted in my seat, but it did nothing for the raging hard-on I was sporting.
“Do you like?” she asked, as if she couldn’t tell.
Linking our hands together, I pulled her down on my lap so she was straddling me and said in a husky tone, “You tell me. Do you think I like it?”
“Hmm, not sure. Let me see.” Her hips started to rock back and forth on my lap, creating a mind-numbing friction. “It seems you might like it.”
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I reminded her as my hands fell to her hips, forcing her to press down harder.
“I thought we went over this at dinner. I always finish, Kace.”
