“Yeah, and I realized quick that I don’t want to be here. Thank God you’re with me.” I roll my eyes. “My brother is an asshole.”
“Don’t worry about him.” She touches my cheek, her fingers feather-light on my skin. “Let him have fun with that old tramp Veronica.”
I burst out laughing. “Wasn’t that crazy? And where did my dad get those particular details anyway? I bet he has a file on his desk right now with all of Veronica’s personal information in it.”
“I don’t know. When you think about it, that’s kind of scary. He could check up on anybody.” Her smile is tremulous. “Even me.”
“He would never do that,” I say immediately, trying to make her feel better. But I wouldn’t put it past him. Not that I can tell Jensen that. She’s nervous enough, trying to make a good impression on everyone, even if they don’t deserve her kindness. Like Diane. “You like my father?”
She nods. “He likes me, so that’s a good thing.”
“And what about Diane?”
Jensen rests her hands on my shoulders. “What about her?”
“Do you like her?”
“I don’t think she likes me.”
“I don’t even think she’s looked at you.” I shake my head. “It’s like you don’t exist to her.”
“Guess she’s too good for me,” she says with a sigh, her eyes flashing with…
Hurt?
I don’t know. But her reaction to Diane is surprising.
“Don’t let her bother you. I’m serious.” I grip her waist, then drop my hands so I’m toying with the extremely short hem of her dress. I decide to change the subject. There are much better things for us to focus on right now. “I think I’m going to check to see if you’re wearing panties or not.”
“Rhett, we probably shouldn’t do this here,” she says, trying to slap my hand away, but I’m too persistent.
“No one’s looking for us. And besides, the door is locked. It’s my room.” I lift her skirt from behind, my hands touching her bare thighs, then shifting up, lightly cupping her ass checks. “So far, my guess is no panties.”
“Keep searching,” she teases, and so I do. She spreads her legs a little, giving me easier access, and when I try to touch her between her thighs, I discover she’s…covered. With the thinnest fabric I think I’ve ever felt.
“Damn, you’re wearing panties.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “You sound so disappointed.”
“That’s because I am.” I’m really not, though. Anytime I have my hands up Jensen’s dress, I’m happy as hell.
“Maybe you should take them off of me so you won’t be disappointed anymore,” she whispers.
Okay. I can get on board with that.
I smooth my hands up, over her outer thighs, her hips, my fingers tripping over the string-thin waistband of her panties. I tug them down her thighs, past her knees, her calves, until they’re a lacy tangled mess around her stiletto heels.
Just looking at her crumpled panties wound around her ankles gets me hard. What the hell? I must have some kind of weird fetish.
She kicks them off as I slowly lift up the dress to reveal her to me. Seeing her naked flesh makes me even harder, and I lean in. “Spread your legs,” I murmur, and she does as I ask, revealing herself even more.
Reaching out, I touch her there, sliding between her lips, encountering creamy, hot flesh. A shuddery breath leaves her as I continue to stroke her folds, gently circling her clit with my fingertip.
“Take your dress off,” I demand, and she glances down at me, her brows wrinkled.
“Wh-what?” Her cheeks are flushed and her voice is shaky. I think she likes it when I get commanding.
“It’s getting in the way. Take it off, Jens.”