“Hey, what do you mean?” I say, giving her arm a friendly slap.
“Well, Dmitri could be terrible, and it’s not like you’d know.”
The laughter in her voice lets me know she’s joking, but I still feel the need to defend my man. God,my man. Just thinking those words sends a thrill through me.
“Trust me, Dmitri is damn skilled, and I don’t have to be experienced to know that.”
She side-eyes me and holds up her hands in surrender.
“I’m just messing with you, and I’m not checking out your man or anything, but, seriously, all it takes is one look at him to know he’s going to be phenomenal in the bedroom. I’d be envious if Aleksei wasn’t so damn good himself.”
I laugh and shake my head. “I’m glad you’re so happy with him.”
“Let’s not jinx it,” she says, before quickly changing the subject. “So, do you need a new dress too?”
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” I say with a shrug.
“It certainly would not, and I know just the place.”
“Of course you do,” I say with a mock groan of horror. Jamie’s shopping trips have been known to last an entire day, so I add, “I do need to be back in a few hours so I have plenty of time to get ready.”
“That’s right, gotta get all nice and shaved.” She gives me a quick look and wiggles her eyebrows in a way that makes me roll my eyes and laugh.
Pulling into the big mall parking lot, she manages to score us a parking spot close to the main entrance.
“It’s a sign. The sex gods are smiling down on you, Gina.”
“It’s about damn time,” I say, making her laugh.
She loops her arm through mine and leads me inside. We bypass everything, taking a direct route to the sexy lingerie store that I’ve never had a reason to ever go into. Just looking at all the giant photographs of gorgeous women lining the storefront makes me want to turn my ass right around and go home, pull my covers over my head, and forget the whole thing.
“Oh, don’t you dare,” Jamie says, seeing my look. “Photoshop is a thing, Gina, and there’s no way in hell these photos aren’t touched up and heavily filtered.”
“If they want more women to buy their products, then maybe they could try a little harder to make it seem like they’re trying to sell to me instead of every dick that walks by.”
“You’d think,” Jamie says, pulling me inside. “But forget about them, you’re the one that’s going to look hot as fuck in all this and drive Dmitri wild.”
I run my hands over all the lacy, soft fabric, wondering how in the hell I’ll ever be able to choose. After scouring every inch of the store at least twice, and promising Jamie I’ll never make fun of her again for being a slow shopper, I finally decide on two outfits. The first one is for tonight. It’s a white lace nightie that is most definitely see through with a matching white thong. I figured I’d play up the virginal thing and go with white. The other outfit is all black, and it looks sinfully wicked. Perfect for night number two, which I’m definitely getting. It’s a black lace bra with matching crotchless panties and a garter belt. I add a pair of black thigh highs and happily fork over what amounts to about half my paycheck. It’ll be worth every penny if it makes Dmitri give me that heated look again.
“Very nice,” Jamie says, admiring my purchases. “I love the contrast between the two. If he wasn’t so damn fit, I’d worry about him having a heart attack.”
“Yeah, he is super fit,” I say, imagining all that hard muscle and the way it had felt against me.
“Stay with me a little bit longer,” Jamie says, grabbing my arm and leading me to the store next door. “We need to get you a dress before your raging hormones completely rot your brain.”
I end up spending the other half of my paycheck on a slinky pink dress that has spaghetti straps and hugs me like a second skin and a black halter top that I think Dmitri might like since I was wearing something similar to this the night he took the secret photos of me.
I’m feeling pretty proud of myself when we walk out with all my purchases. I’m ready to go home and start getting ready, but Jamie insists we stop and get lunch in the food court.
“You’re going to need your strength,” she tells me with a wink.
She offers to go and get the food, and I happily take my bags and go find us a table. When I sit down, my phone gives a ding, and I dig it out of my purse, hoping like hell it’s him. I see his name pop up and smile like a lovesick idiot.
Why didn’t you go to work today? Are you okay?
I laugh and type,How do you know where I work?
I told you. Possessive. ;)