Page 24 of Undo Me

“Come on, Blue Eyes. I need to see you in lace and silk.” His voice was low and intimate, making her forget her irritation.

She walked directly to her normal cotton panties and bras automatically, thinking she might go a little wild and get a matching set in purple or blue, when he tapped her on the shoulder.

“What, exactly, do you think you’re doing, Bethany?”

“Buying underwear?” Duh.

He made a face at the pile of cotton. “Those are not for you. I already have everything you’ll need.”

“I’ll bet you do.” The saleswoman must have moved in when Bethany wasn’t looking. The innuendo-laced comment made her fists clench.

Did this lady want a knuckle-sandwich? Because she could deliver.

BD sent the woman an innocuous smile. “Do you have a private dressing room?”

Sales-jerk batted her eyes at him suggestively. “Right through those curtains. Our rooms all have locks for guaranteed privacy. Do you, um, want me to show you?”

I’m right here, Bethany felt like shouting. Usually she was fine with being invisible, but this was ridiculous. A sexy man was choosing her underwear and he was still being hit on by another woman.

There was a line.

“You are as gracious as you are lovely, cher. Which is why I know you’ll understand that my Bethany is shy, and I am very particular about what touches her skin.”

My Bethany.

“I plan to spoil her and spend large amounts of money here, so I hope you won’t disturb us until we are fully satisfied with our purchases.” He turned away from her without a backward glance, leaving the borrowed credit card in her hand as they walked around her and disappeared behind the curtain.

Okay, that shocked look soothed her ego a bit.

“I thought you said you didn’t have any special abilities today.”

His lips twitched. “People appreciate manners, love.”

“Manners,” she huffed. “That’s not what she was appreciating.”

He led her inside the small mirrored cubicle, and she flinched as he shut the door. “Take off your clothes.”

Her eyes widened and she looked around the small room nervously. Exactly what she needed—a three-sixty view of her standing beside her very own Loa centerfold.

“We aren’t really going to sit here trying on underwear, right?” she whispered. “We’re kind of on a time crunch. I-I mean with the wedding and all.”

He sat down on the bench behind her, gathering the black lace he’d brought in his hands as he met her gaze in the reflection. “Oh, but we are. I seem to recall a certain feisty blue-eyed bombshell wondering about pretty men and lace panties.”

She bit her lip. “I was really hoping you’d forgotten about that.”

He reached for her hips and turned her toward him. “Not one single word. It made it impossible for me not to think about you in nothing but lace. Take off your clothes, Bethany.” She hesitated and his smile faded, his eyes darkening with need. “Please, Blue Eyes.”

One day. What did she have to lose?

Bethany took a deep breath and pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her comfortable, but ugly-as-sin white bra. Bone Daddy licked his lips and she hesitated on the elastic band of the black stretch pants she’d thrown on for quick-change ease. Nothing like getting trapped in tight jeans in a dressing room.

“Those pants have been torturing me. Clinging to your ass, your pussy as you walked. I wanted to fight every man that saw you in them.”

Really? “They’re yoga pants, BD. I’m sure you’ve seen them before. They’re very comfortable.”

His focus between her thighs made her shiver. “Take them off and let me see what they’ve been tempting me with.”

“A little bossy, aren’t you, Mr. Manners?” But she slipped out of her tennis shoes and slid out of her pants.

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