Page 97 of Bridesmaid for Hire
I slip out of my dress, leaving me in my thong and strapless bra. I don’t think he’ll mind.
I guess there’s only one way to find out.
I pluck the top shirt—a plain black tee—off the pile. I remove my bra and then slip the comfy shirt over my head. The fabric drapes around me, hitting me midthigh while the sleeves touch my elbows.
Yup, this is exactly what I needed.
I remove my thong, because no one likes to wear thongs to bed, and leave it at that.
The shower turns off and I hear him shake out his towel right before he opens the door, showing me that once again, the man didn’t dry off but just wrapped his towel around his waist.
I will never understand.
When he spots me from the corner of his eye, his entire body stiffens and his eyes roam my body.
“Uh, is this okay?” I ask.
He wets his lips and nods. “Yeah.”
“You sure? I wanted something comfortable tonight.”
“More than sure,” he says, his eyes still scanning me. “It’s yours now.”
“Brody.”
He shakes his head. “That shirt looks a hell of a lot better on you than it does on me.” And then he loads his toothbrush with toothpaste and steps out of the bathroom so I can take care of my business. Since I took a shower before dinner, I wash my face and start applying my skin care.
Brody comes up behind me, his large body pressing up against mine as he leans over my shoulder and spits out his toothpaste. When I look at him in the mirror, he just winks and then rinses his mouth.
Umm…okay.
The closeness.
The rubbing of my leg.
The inherent intimacy.
What’s going on, and why is my every breath hanging on his next move? Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s this old crush coming barreling through me, but either way, I find myself leaning into him as well.
When he’s done, he moves out of the bathroom, giving me my space again but from where I’m standing, I can see him remove his towel in the reflection of the mirror, giving me a side view of his ass as he bends down and pulls up a pair of briefs.
I squeeze my legs together as a light pulse starts throbbing through me, reminding me just how horny and desperate I am.
Not a good idea, Maggie.
Don’t go there.
I just need to sleep off the alcohol…and horniness.
I finish up and turn off the light. Brody is plugging his phone in as I take a seat on my side of the bed. I don’t bother with my vitamins tonight, as I don’t want any more liquid in my body than I already have, but I do lotion my hands before slipping under the covers.
That’s when I notice that Brody is closer to my side than he’s ever been before.
He turns toward me, and I can feel the warmth of his body only inches away from mine as I stare up at the ceiling, my heart racing, my mind coming up with so many different ways this night could end. Each topped off with an orgasm.
But I know that’s not going to happen.
Brody might be drunk, and I might be drunk, but he’s not going to—
