But now I don’t care. The only person I care about impressing is her.
And she’s the reason I’m throwing the party now, but there’s no way I’m letting her come in that Elastigirl costume.
That thing was too damn sexy. It showed her curves too much, and I’m not letting another man see that. Not now. Not ever.
I’ll take her to a deserted island for a beach holiday if I have to. That body is mine and for my eyes only.
And part of her body is her hair. Damn, it turns me on. And that costume she had on a couple nights ago did include a wig.
I don’t want to see her in that. I want those long locks of hers hanging down to her mid back where I can run my hands through them…and give them a tug or two or ten when the time is right.
And the time is going to be right real soon. I had an important shopping errand to run before the party, but I got it done. I don’t remember ever focusing so much on shopping in my life, and certainly not like this.
In a perfect world I’d have had more time to pick out what I wanted, but the world already showed me perfection and that perfection is her.
And I made this purchase because I don’t want to wait another second.
She’s mine and she knows it, but I want the world to know it too.
I want every student on this campus to see that she’s taken. And not just the students but the professor…everyone, it doesn’t matter.
I’m so damn proud to have her by my side and I’m ready to show her off to the world.
And that’s my plan.
But I still haven’t figured out a way to tell her dad.
Chapter Fifteen
Penelope
Bishop told me last second not to wear my Elastigirl outfit, which left me little time to put together a proper costume.
So I ask myself the question that never fails me.
What would Audrey Hepburn do?
And an hour later I have a makeshift black lace mask and an outfit that resembles hers from the 1966 heist classic How to Steal a Million.
The mask isn’t perfect and there aren’t eyeholes, but that will add to the mystery.
And I have just the perfect black dress with lace sleeves to go with it.
So I’m very well covered, which will make Bishop happy, yet my arms will feel sexy and mysterious as will my face as I doubt anyone will be able to guess who I am.
Then again this party will mostly be professors only, so I won’t have to worry about any boys that might be in my classes showing up there tonight.
I step outside of my apartment building and the first thing I hear is music coming from Bishop’s house. There are people standing outside drinking and seemingly having a good time.
I like the look of this already.
I’m not used to a “grown-up” type of party. Some of the costumes are fun and some are very elaborate. There’s everything from a simple plastic mask you can buy at the store for a few dollars all the way up to perfect Beetlejuice costumes, complete with all the makeup, and other elaborate outfits. And of course there’s the requisite Johnny Depp Pirates of the Caribbean outfit and a few Oompa Loompas as well.
Wow. I’m very impressed.
And I know I’m going to be impressed when I find my real life Captain America.
And the time to start looking is now.
Chapter Sixteen
Bishop
I move through the crowd at my place like a lion on the Savannah as I stalk her.
But I’m not looking for the slowest gazelle to take down. I’m looking for the other alpha. The female alpha.
The one I want to take to my bedroom and take on a family with.
I pull at the hood of my outfit. The material is fine, but I’m so damn hot inside it thinking about her and what she might be wearing.
I told her nothing revealing. That body is mine and only mine.
And I’m playing fair because my costume does show my muscles, but I’ve got a shield which I can use to cover myself up and shield me from the unwanted attention I’m getting from the female professors, and even a few of the guys.
I’ve never played these dress-up games but I’m more than ready to get undressed, with her.
But she’s not here yet. I would know if she was.
I’ve been eyeing that front door constantly and also the area out front of my house where guests are congregating, drinking, and having a blast.
And I’m going to blast myself later. But my kind of blast is a baby making blast, with her.
I wish I hadn’t planned this shindig. I wish these people were gone and it was just the two of us on the couch watching a scary movie or something.