Page 117 of Rhet

We both turn to the lady standing before us. I like everything about her. She exudes edginess.

Her hair screams fierce. It’s shaved and dyed dark on one side, and a pink color on the tousled other side. Talk about a contrast.

Her eyeliner is thick and dark, complimented by fire engine red on her lips, against her creamy white skin. The makeup all works to make her features pop. She’s rocking a men’s white shirt, and black trousers. Her androgynous vibe looks so sexy. Instead of looking creepy and goth, she’s pulling off the Vogue cover look. Yes, I’m in the right place.

“I’m looking for an evening dress,” I tell her as my eyes begin to rove over the store.

“Nah, we’re looking for a fuck me dress,” Penny says. I tap her arm, signaling for her to behave.

Gen laughs. “Okay, in other words you want jaws to drop.”

“Drop and drool,” Penny adds as she winks at Gen.

“This is still a work event. So, I have to look classy.”

“Let me get your size.” Gen takes out a mobile device and runs it up and down my body. “Okay, how do you feel about black?” she asks.

If she suggested it, I’m game. “I love it.”

“Great, follow me.”

Twenty minutes later, after I tried on three dresses, I know I have the best one on.

“If he doesn’t want to bend you over in this dress, I don’t know what to do?” Penny folds her arms and leans back on the cream tufted sofa.

I look at myself in the mirror, feeling sexy and sophisticated. The dress’ slit rests above my upper thigh. I love the way the dress hugs my curves.

“Gen, you think I will drop jaws in this dress?” I ask. Penny gives me a round of applause.

Gen leans on the column next to me. “I think pants will drop when they see you in this dress.”

Part of me wants that to happen. I want heads to turn and jaws to drop. Especially Rhet’s. “I’ll take it.”

“Yes. That’s my bestie. Someone’s going to fall in love tomorrow tonight.” Penny claps her hands.

RHET

Ihaven’t spoken to Zeeta at all today. She didn’t even call. I gave her today off so she could get ready for tomorrow night.

She hasn’t texted, emailed, or called, nothing. I miss her. My office is so quiet today. Stefano came in and took my measurements. I will have the suit by the morning.

My day has been long. I have a date tonight, but I canceled it ten minutes ago. I feel like my legs and brains aren’t connected anymore. I have no idea who oversees my movements, but right now, my legs are leading me to Zeeta’s pool house.

I should turn back. I have no right to be here. However, she’s my PA. I need to discuss… um, discuss things with her. I stop in my tracks. I sound so pathetic. I shouldn’t have cancelled my date. Right now, my balls could be getting stroked.

My brain laughs at me since that’s a lie. Ever since I touched Zeeta, my cock and brain aren’t cooperating. I’m just not interested. When you take free pussy away from my dates, you’re stuck with shallow, empty women. I have no interest in that.

“How long are you going to stand there, Rhet?” Looking up, I find Zeeta with a pizza box in her hand. Busted.

“Hi. I was just coming in to check on you and give you the details about tomorrow night.”

I can’t believe the bullshit I just uttered, but it’s the best save I have.

She nods. “Okay, this is hot. Do you want to come in or you want me to come up to the house when I am done eating?”

“Give it to me.” I take the pizza out of her hand.

I look down at her, the high waisted boy shorts hold her ass perfectly, her nipple prints stick out in the white thin strapped top. Then it hits me.

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