“Each,” another one of the women clarifies, interrupting my thoughts.
“What the hell are you all doing here?” Dani’s voice sounds from the hallway. “Andyou…” She points to me. “Go put a bloody shirt on before you give my friends a coronary.”
I look down at myself, noticing I’m wearing nothing but my work trousers, with the top button undone. “Right, sorry, ladies.” I give them my trademark smile—the one I always used to don in order to get what I wanted from women.
Dani slaps my abdomen as I pass her in the hall. “Don’t give them that smirk. God, we’re never going to get rid of them now,” she says.
“I can’t help my natural charm, babe.” I dodge another slap and make my way into her bathroom, where I decide now’s asgood a time as any to shower. We only stopped at her place to get ready. I have a date planned for us tonight.
I know it’s a week night, but fuck it. Thanks to Dani, my workload has surprisingly eased up. She’s the best fucking paralegal I’ve ever had. Why she never went to law school is beyond me. I wonder if that’s something she’ll want to do eventually. She mentioned having bigger goals in high school but chose to limit them instead. She never did tell me why though.
By the time I hop out of the shower, I walk in her bedroom to find her already dressed. She’s wearing a pair of jeans, skin-tight fucking jeans, and a black sweater.
“As good as you look right now, Dani. I need you in a skirt… or dress. Minus panties,” I tell her.
“What?”
“I need you to wear a skirt or a dress. And no panties,” I repeat slower this time.
“Wasn’t it you who told me to wear panties all the time?” she argues.
“I make the rules. I can change them.” I drop my towel to the floor and walk over to my bag on the chair. Pulling out my briefs, I tug them up my legs and turn around to find Dani still standing there staring at me. “Little girl? Do you need help getting dressed?” I ask her.
“No, but when you’re standing naked in front of me, I’m going to want to watch.” She pivots on her heel and opens her closet.
“Did your friends leave?” I ask.
“Yep. After I promised them I’d have dinner with them tomorrow.” She shrugs.
“You should invite them to my place. You’ll be there tomorrow.”
“Ah, no.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because I’m not inviting my friends to your place.”
“I can cook,” I offer.
“I’ll think about it,” she says while removing her jeans and replacing them with a skirt.
I watch as she slides her panties down her legs and kicks them off. She really does listen so well.
“OMG, what are we doing here? I’ve never been on this thing.” Dani’s head is tilted up as she stares at the Melbourne Star Observation Wheel.
“We’re going to ride it. And I’m going to fuck you in one of those glass carriages,” I tell her.
“What? No. Alistair, no way. Is that even safe? What if people see?” she whispers.
“Come on.” I lead her up to the attendant and purchase two tickets. And it isn’t long before we are getting locked into the carriage. Dani looks around through all the windows. Even the bottom of this thing is glass. “You know, when I first met you, you were getting turned on from watching a particular scene,” I tell her.
“I remember,” she says.
“So, is it just the watching that turns you on, Dani? Or does the idea of being watched make you just as wet?” I ask her as the ride starts up.
“I don’t know,” she says.
“I think you do know. You love knowing that anyone could catch you at any moment.” As the carriage gets higher in the air, I undo the button of my jeans and pull down the fly.