Page 19 of Party Favors
“What?” Amanda said.
“Nothing.” Wren smiled and shook her head ruefully. “I’m down to fuck, Amanda. So down it’s not even funny. Just update me if there’s anything I’m not giving you. Especially if it’s emotional.”
Amanda was oddly touched. None of her previous partners had asked for her to keep them apprised of her emotions, and she hated to admit it, but she’d expected her past boyfriends to figure out her feelings on their own. Maybe that wasn’t fair to them. Maybe she needed to be open rather than expecting her partners to know her innermost thoughts by osmosis.
“Of course. Will you do the same?”
“I’ll try.”
That was all Amanda could ask for. She leaned back on the sofa, her plate in her lap and champagne in her hand. She was incredibly thankful that she’d ditched her parents’ fancy party to be here.
“God, look at you,” Wren said a few minutes later.
“What?”
“Yesterday, when we were walking down to our cottage after you fell in the pool, all I could think about was making lingerie for you. I would love to see you in this black-and-gold peignoir I brought to show Benji. Sitting there eating strawberries and drinking champagne at ten in the morning. Fuck me, Amanda. For real.”
It took Amanda a second to parse that. “You want me to put on lingerie for you?”
“No, I want togiveyou a dressing gown.”
Amanda followed Wren’s professional accounts. Most of Wren’s designs were modern, strappy, and badass. It was the type of stuff Amanda imagined hot people wore at sex clubs, but it never quite fit her style or comfort level.
She was doing lots of things out of the ordinary for her this New Year’s, though.
“Okay.”
“Really?” Wren said, surprised.
“Yes. I’m sure it’s gorgeous.”
Wren was off the sofa like a bullet. She ran upstairs and returned with a parcel wrapped in delicate tissue paper.
“Here.” Wren handed it over.
Amanda unfolded the tissue paper to find the softest, filmy black fabric. It had long sleeves that belled out at the end and gold, feather trim. Amanda stood up and shook the garment out so she could see the whole thing. There was a gold silk tie at the waist and the same feather trim at the bottom. It was very retro, almost old Hollywood.
While most of Wren’s lingerie creations didn’t fit Amanda’s style, this was different. More of a throwback. More indulgent.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Put it on,” Wren said, her voice husky.
Amanda nodded. She gently set the robe down, then went about pulling off her pajama top.
Wren sat up abruptly when she seemed to realize Amanda was taking off her clothes. Amanda didn’t think the robe would fit as well with her pajamas on underneath. She turned her back on Wren as she finished undressing, feeling shy. When she slid her shorts down her legs, leaving her black thong on, Wren groaned, the noise sending heat to Amanda’s pussy.
She slipped the robe over her shoulders. The sheer material was so luxurious on her skin. She tied it at her waist, loving the way it cinched in and accentuated her figure. The feathers swept over her fingers and the floor. The robe even had a short train. She smoothed her hands down the front. The fabric ruched up and clung to her breasts. She could barely see her nipples peeking through the see-through fabric.
“Are you gonna turn around?” Wren asked from behind her.
Amanda rotated slowly. “How do I look?”
Wren’s eyes went wide, and her pale cheeks went rosy pink. “Like it was made for you.”
“It feels like it was. I would live in this if I could.”
“You’d cause car crashes. People would walk into traffic. Men would swallow their tongues,” Wren teased. “It would be awesome.” Her gaze was intense, eating Amanda up slowly, lingering over every inch.
