Page 63 of Some Like It Hot

“Pinup competition?” I have a sudden vision of her strutting across a stage in heels and a bikini in front of drooling judges. “What is that, exactly?”

“It’s a pageant for women who love the retro pinup look. Lots of dresses and heels and vintage hairstyles. The theme for this one is winter wonderland.”

I have no idea what that means, but I nod firmly. “I’ll be there if I can. Do you do those frequently?”

“Three or four a year. They’re fun for me and good advertising as I try to launch my clothing line, Sugar Starling. That’s my pinup name. Miss Sugar.”

Now I do groan. “Are you fucking trying to kill me? Miss Sugar?”

As I almost run a red light, she snorts. “It’s going to take more than that to kill you.”

“Do you wear a bikini?” God, I hope she does.

“No. It’s dresses. I need my shapewear back, as a side note.”

“What shapewear?” I know exactly what she's talking about. That vise-like contraption that doubled as underwear. After I went home I admittedly raised it to my nose and then gripped my cock and got myself off, remembering the whole time the way she pumped her hips against my fingers and her soft cries of pleasure.

Then I threw the stretchy underwear thing away.

I don’t think she needs to squeeze herself into anything.

“Blake.”

“What?” I glance over at her.

Her look is full of censure. “Those were expensive.”

“You don’t need them.”

“I didn’t ask your opinion.”

She’s right, of course. It’s none of my business. “I’m sorry. I’ll replace them. But only if you agree to also get one of those bras that has a hole for your nipples. And panties with the slit for my tongue.”

Her jaw drops. Then she laughs. “That’s very specific.”

“I have very specific tastes. You and your incredible body.”

“Well, how can I say no to that?”

“You can’t,” I agree.

I find a parking spot. “We’re here.” I’m edgy with anticipation, just like I am before every game. “They’re in the bar?”

“Yes.” Elise presses her hand to her belly. “I have butterflies, I’m not going to lie.”

“You’ve never done this before?”

She shakes her head. “Not three guys, no. You don’t think they changed their mind, do you? Or that I’m reading their invitation wrong? Maybe they really just want us all to have a drink together and nothing more.”

That’s laughable. “Uh. No. I don’t. This isn’t a casual meet up.”

When we walk into the bar, we immediately spot Aidan and Simon, sitting at a four top table. The bar only has one other lone patron at the actual bar. The guys have chosen a cozy corner, where the lighting is low and far enough away from the bartender that our conversation probably won’t be overheard.

Perfect.

They hear Elise’s arrival because both swivel to look back at the entrance to the bar. There are no doors, just a wide entrance off the lobby. But the floors are marble and her shoes have little heels that make a clicking sound.

It’s Elise’s siren call.

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