Page 30 of Shy Girls write it Better
He couldn’t help it, he had to ask.
“And Cassie?”
“Well, she’s too shy, a pretty girl like that should have more self-confidence.”
“She’s gotten better recently,” he said, feeling some pride in that admission.
He knew it was at least partly thanks to him.
“Good.When she looks away, though, it’s steady, and full of humility.She doesn’t fidget or shift.She doesn’t lie.That girl is a pillar – you can count on what comes out of her mouth.You know she got me that scarf, right?”
He smiled.No, no he hadn’t.
“She passed it to Lucy.Softest and warmest damn thing I’ve ever worn – I hope you pay her enough to afford cashmere for your old mama.”
“We pay our employees plenty,” he said, a bit affronted.Then he added, “She’s making some money, too.She writes books.”
“Good ones?”
“Naughty romance.You’d approve.”
“Good grief!Marry that girl before someone else swipes her off her feet, I’m telling you.”
Carter didn’t know what possessed him to confess to it, but he did.
“Someday, I just might.”
“Good boy.”
Some noise from the bathroom indicated that she might be done.
“Okay, mom, thanks for the chat.See you Saturday?”
“No, not before next Saturday night,” she rectified, reminding him, “it’s your Halloween Party, we’ve cancelled lunch this week and next as I’m helping Lucy with the organization, remember?”
“No, so thanks for the reminder,” he groaned, recalling an unpleasant fact.
His mother wasn’t the only one he’d scheduled to see the Saturday after next.He also had a date with Tara.
Fuck.
“For the record?This bubble bath was worth every penny.”
Carter turned and froze.He knew what yoga pants were but he hadn’t registered that they’d fit to her every fucking curve and drive him out of his mind.
It only hit him then that she never wore anything tight – and now he knew why.If she did, every man in her department would walk around with a constant hard-on.
Her appearance right then also explained the hairbands, the pink lipstick, everything she did to make herself look young and innocent.
Shy little Cassie Franklin was Playboy Bunny material.
Long legs, firm thighs, box gap, generous hips, small waist, fucking perfect tits.Hell.With her face cleared of her make-up and her hair wet, falling in waves around her, she was his every fantasy made flesh.How could he not have seen this earlier?How did she hide it so well?
“What?”she asked innocently.
Then she proceeded to bend down to pat Buddy.Oh, god, that ass.Carter found himself biting his knuckles.Un-fucking-believable.
“Nothing.You just look nice, is all.”
