Page 46 of Get Undressed With Me

“Good.”

He let her grab her plate and turned to slide his own omelet onto his plate, grabbed his juice, and plopped himself in the stool next to her. They both ate in comfortable silence for a moment.

“If you’re okay with it, I’d like to do a stream before we leave for the day.”

Surprised, he glanced around his condo. “Here?”

Brittany nodded. “You have great light, and your space is tidy. I can set myself up in a corner somewhere out of the way. And try to be the least annoying as possible. But only if you’re okay with it.”

“You’re never annoying, killer. Feel free to do whatever you need to do.”

After breakfast, Brittany went to get ready for her day while Gus cleaned up the kitchen, marveling at how natural and easy it felt to have her here. But Brittany had always been easy to be around, had always done her best to make others feel comfortable with her. Robbie, as outgoing and gregarious and likable as he was, wasn’t good at sensing when others needed space or reassurance, so Gus had always thought Brittany was a nice counterbalance to him. But now, knowing what had really happened when they broke up, Gus was starting to remember all the times they had been out together, plans that Robbie had made for all three of them that clearly turned into what should’ve been a date night with Gus tagging along, feeling uncomfortable and in the way. And he remembered how Brittany had always adjusted the plans on the fly to accommodate, because she could sense how uncomfortable he was being the third wheel.

But now he wasn’t a third wheel. He was practically the driver since he had to be certain Brittany was safe.

Gus cleared his head as he finished with the dishes, not needing to go down that path, and went over to the living room. He adjusted the furniture so that the comfortable chair was against the corner, with a few of his succulents framing the space on the wall. When Brittany emerged, she was holding a small tripod for her phone and a small ring light.

“Where would you like me to… oh.”

She blinked at the space he had created, and he felt himself growing uncomfortable with her reaction.

“If it doesn’t work, I can move stuff, but you should probably sit for the stream so your ankle can rest.”

“No, this is great, Gus. Thank you.”

She blinked those big blue eyes at him, and Gus felt like he was drowning. Which meant it was time to get the hell out of there.

“Gotta shower. Do what you need to do.”

He made his way to the bathroom, grabbing clothes to change into so he wouldn’t do something stupid like come out in a towel while she was live. Once he got the water hot and stepped into the stream, he scrubbed his face, giving himself a mental talking-to. Brittany was a client. She was Robbie’s ex. He had no reason to be thinking about how much he liked having her in his space.

But his mind wasn’t in the mood to listen, taking a nose-dive straight to the gutter. Images of Brittany’s long legs wrapped around his waist when he carried her out of the convention center. Thinking about the elevator, her pushing her cute little backside against his erection, his dick practically dripping with the need to be inside her. Gus had always been attracted to a woman’s confidence, but something about Brittany looking over her shoulder at him as the elevator rocked that sweet ass against his dick made his head explode with want.

His hand was on his cock before he knew it, stroking hard and fast as he thought about her hair in that fucking ponytail, the perfect height to yank toward him. About her sassy mouth and how beautiful it would look wrapped around his cock. When his brain presented him with the image of Brittany, spread out on his bed, naked, her pussy on display and dripping for him, he grunted as he shot his load onto the bathroom wall, his breath heavy, pressing his forehead against the cool tile of the shower.

Fuck. He had just jacked off to the thoughts of Robbie’s ex-girlfriend. To Brittany, of all people. The woman he had walkedin on vandalizing his brother’s apartment. The woman with no impulse control, a terrible temper, a clout chaser, and a user.

But wait. Robbie had pretty much admitted last night that he had lied about a lot of details about their relationship. So it was hard to know what about Brittany was true and what wasn’t.

Confused thoughts swirled in his head. Gus didn’t know what was right to do in this situation, but he knew he had a job, and Brittany was the client. He had to focus on that and less on how fucking sexy she insisted on being at all times. Resolved, he finished his shower and dressed, steeling himself as he headed into the living room.

There he found Brittany in the middle of streaming. She had set herself up in the corner he had prepped for her, sitting in the armchair like a queen. She was dressed casually but nice in some sort of blouse with skinny jeans that he could see from across the room cupped her butt in illegal ways. She had gone a little bohemian with her look, light and airy and sunny in a way that made Gus want to bask in her energy.

Instead, he turned to the kitchen to grab some coffee, stationing himself at the bar there, pretending to read the news on his phone while he eavesdropped on her stream.

“Hey, Cassie,” Brittany said into her phone’s camera. “For the wedding, I would suggest something simple, elegant, that won’t outshine the bride but will definitely remind the groom that he lost something great when he dumped you. Pick your favorite asset and flaunt it. I know budget is an issue but check out the local thrift stores—a lot of women donate their old dresses after an event, and those are usually only worn a few times. And make sure your date is hot.”

She leaned forward to scroll through the comments, laughing at some, continuing to give advice and talk about her experience at the convention. She was good at this. Fun and charming and light, soothing enough to make a viewer have a good dayjust because they joined her stream. Brittany spent a few more minutes answering the questions in the chat, talking about her favorite fashion shows from the last few months, her favorite outfits she’d seen at Kickoff, and generally just conversing with people through a camera, until she finally wrapped it up with a smile.

“Okay, everyone, I have to sign off. If you’re here in Kimball, come join me for all my panels today! My schedule is posted on all my socials, and I’d love to see you.”

She finished her goodbyes and ended the stream, ensuring the camera was off and everything was over. Then she sat back in the chair and took a deep breath.

“I never realized how much work went into what you did,” Gus said.

Brittany shrugged. “The point is to make it feel like it’s not work. People like to have conversations with friends, and that’s the vibe I’m going for with my stream.”

“And you’re expanding, right?”

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