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Since the dress stayed folded for a few hours, it has some wrinkles. I think I saw a steamer in the closet, so I check again, and there it is. I fill it with water and hang my dress so I can get rid of any creases or wrinkles in it. That takes me about five minutes.
Then, I leave my dress hanging while I get myself ready. I wash my face, brush my teeth, apply some light makeup, and get my curly head of brown hair under control. Looking in the vanity, I’m satisfied with the way I look, so I pull my dress on. Zipping it up along the side, it hugs my curves perfectly. It’s one of my favorite dresses. I almost didn’t buy it because I thought someone with a body like mine didn’t need a little black dress, but Amy convinced me that I needed this outfit in my life.
I’m so happy that I listened to her.
This is my first time wearing something nice for someone male.
I smooth the fabric down and give myself one more once over. My brown eyes look extra-large, and my skin is flushed. Quickly, I run my fingers over my curls again, patting them to stay in place. I feel like everything is as good as it’s going to get. Plus, I’m quickly running out of time to meet Nash downstairs.
I take a deep breath before leaving my room and heading downstairs.
I go into the dining room and find Nash already seated. He stands up when I enter.
“Nellie,” he greets.
“Nash.” He’s wearing a sweater and a pair of dark wash jeans. His hair is sexily tousled on his head, but it still manages to look perfect. How does he do that? I’ll spend hours trying to get the perfect hairdo, only to end up with an indescribable rat’s nest. I’m sure he just runs his hands through the strands, and every piece falls into its place. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fathom the fact the God decided to make someone as perfect as Nash Keller.
I mean, it’scrazy.
But I’m here for business. I need clarification on exactly what our arrangement means. I already know I’m excited to have this “arrangement” with him, but there are certain parts of me I won’t compromise even for Nash Keller.
Even if it means failing to save my family.
9
Nash
Nellie comes into the dining room looking absolutely stunning. She’s wearing a little black dress that is perfect for her body. It hugs her curves, giving me a view of what I love. The neckline plunges deep, her breasts looking like they’re about to escape entirely, and the hem is far up her legs. And there’s even a slit, tantalizing me even further.
She’s beautiful. I could lay her her the table and feast on her instead of whatever Brenda has cooking in the kitchen.
But a little black dress is not what I was expecting.
“Were you able to find the lingerie I left for you in your room?” I ask, my eyebrow raised. I assumed she’d open the dresser and closet. That’s where I had Brenda place everything. But maybe it was too hidden. Maybe we should have just draped them all over the bed.
Nellie’s face goes red as she looks at the ground.
“I found them,” she quietly answers.
“Well, you do know that they’re all for you, don’t you? I eyeballed your size, so there’s a chance I got it wrong. We can always order more in different sizes if those didn’t fit.” Maybe I should have just asked for her size. I’m usually pretty good at guessing, though. I don’t always know the right romantic, mushy thing to do or say that’ll make women happy, but for whatever reason, I know what size lingerie to get them.
There’s a chance it’s because I’ve undressed my fair share of ladies, so I have a large data set to draw from.
Nellie looks up at me, clearly uncomfortable. Did I do something wrong? I thought she understood what was going on here. Maybe I wasn’t clear enough earlier.
“It’s not that. They’re the right size, or I think they are. I haven’t – well, I haven’t tried any of them on yet.”
My eyebrows go straight up. She hasn’t tried them on yet? I don’t get it. Usually ladies love sexy, flirty lingerie. When I buy it for them, they can’t wait to get it on to show me.
I guess that’s just not Nellie’s thing. I’d like it to be, however. I mean, that’s a big part of the reason why she’s here with me tonight, and for the next three months, for that matter.
I want to experience every inch of her body.
Dinner and a viewing were planned for this evening. The meal will be great, but I wouldn’t mind if there was a lot more skin showing.
I motion for her to have a seat, and the two of us look at one another, Nellie with some trepidation. I’m just going to lay everything out for her. That way, there will be zero confusion.
I’m about to start talking, but then Brenda comes in with our dinner. She places two plates down before us. Tonight’s menu includes salmon drizzled in lemon sauce, and it smells heavenly. I take my knife and fork, cutting off a bite to taste.
