Page 18 of I Love Rock n Wine

What are you doing?

[Shopping with a friend, sharing all the dirty secrets about you, why?]

Make sure they sell it to the right people for a good penny.

I laughed at that; glad he could poke fun at himself.

I’ll make sure she does.

Ohh, she? So, I don’t have to be jealous.

I rolled my eyes again, deciding to take a look in the store. There was something in the far back that caught my eye.

“Let me guess, lover boy,” Charlene teased, following me in.

“We do a lot of texting. He seems to really be in the studio more, so I try not to bug him when he’s in. And he texts when he needs a mental break.”

“You know, I read an article about him not too long ago that said he was struggling to find anything worthwhile to create or sing.All of a sudden, he’s pushing new songs on us and seems to be in the studio. You’re good for him,” she told me, bumping my hip.

I knew he claimed I was his muse, and that he had done a song about me, but I still didn’t think I deserved all the hype.All I did was release the creative blocked wall. The rest was on him.

“I don’t know about all of that,” I finally muttered, looking through the red dresses. There were some gorgeous ones here and I held one up. “Oh my god, isn’t this perfect for the show? And they have two, which should work for our sizes.If not, I can take them in a bit.”I put it against my body and handed the other to Charlene.

“Oh yes, they have the flare we want.Perfect!” Charlene took both dresses and flung them over her arm before turning me around. “Want a dare?”

“Sure!”

"Take that lingerie set, snap a picture, and send it to your man.”

My eyes followed her finger and my jaw dropped.There wasn’t anything to the set.The bra was just some cups with a sheer material covering the nipple and the panties were nothing more than a g-string.Hell, why wear anything at all?

“Are you serious?

“Yes, I want to see what he tells you.”

I twisted my lip because I was kind of curious too. With a sigh, I got the sales associate’s attention to opening a dressing room and darted back with the product. After I slipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but grin. Give me some high heels and a whip and I was out for sexual domination.

With a fluttering stomach, I grabbed my phone, posed in the mirror, and took a picture, making sure I covered all the perfect angles that would make him hard. Well, I believed it would make him hard. I was getting more and more proof that he was as into me as I was into him.

I watched with bated breath as the notification showed it was delivered, then read.Quickly, I saw the little dots appear, thendisappear, and reappear again. Mentally, I cringed. Did he not like it after all? Was I wrong for doing that while he was working? I was about to set my phone down when the message came up.

HOLY.FUCK. I will buy that for you so you can wear it for me. I know just how I want to rip it off and leave it on the stage.

Stage?

Fuck yes, babe. That’s a piece you show me on stage, and I will fuck you every which way. Rockstar, fucking on stage, it goes hand in hand, right?

I wasn’t sure if it did, but I was sure I was going to find out. And that was just the information I needed to get it

Guess we shall see.

I put the phone back in my purse and changed, a smile on my face. One that Charlene could only roll her eyes at. It felt good to tease him, but I didn’t need to leave him all worked up.So, as we browsed, I pulled my phone out again and texted him.

What’s something you’ve never done for an ex?

Good question and a great change of subject, thank you. Hmm, don’t think I’ve ever drawn a bath or had one with her.

Really?

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