Page 18 of Dustin
She really does dominate my thoughts, even during the five years that she was away. She was on a different continent, yet my thoughts often drifted to her. It was maddening. I know she thinks I hate her, but it’s the opposite. I can’t seem to stop caring about her, which makes me furious. I’ve been pretending to hate her because I’m scared of what would happen if I didn’t.
When I woke up this morning, she was gone. She sent me a text informing me that she would be gone all day searching for a dress. Then she gave me directions to a boutique belonging to a friend of hers. I got my suit and returned to the hotel room, and Madison still wasn’t back.
I hear the doorknob turn about an hour before we have to leave, and she strolls in like nothing is wrong.
“Where were you?” I question.
“Getting a dress,” she says distractedly. There’s a big white box in her hand.
I notice she’s staring at me intently. Or particularly, my suit clad body.
She coughs, clearing her throat.
“You clean up nice,” she mutters as a blush appears on her cheek.
I grin, my anger momentarily forgotten. I’m wearing a black three-piece suit with a black shirt. My brown hair has been slicked back, and face clean shaven, I know I look good, that’s not the problem here.
“You spent all day getting a dress?” I question.
“Yes. It’s a new design I’ve been working on. I had to get it tailored to perfection.”
I sigh. “Just get dressed.”
She takes a quick shower before deciding to kick me out of the room.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because you can’t see me getting ready. Come back in thirty minutes.”
I decide I don’t have the energy to argue. I head for the hotel’s bar and have a glass of scotch while I wait. Exactly thirty minutes later, I head back to the room.
“You better be done,” I say, walking into the room. My eyes widen when they land on her.
Her dress is purple. A rich color that pops against her skin and gives it an ethereal glow. The low V-neck transforms her already amazing breasts into something more luscious. The skirt drapes to the floor in graceful folds and there’s a daring slit up one side. The purple of the dress shimmers with subtle luminescence every time she moves. I could also see the delicate straps crisscrossing against her back. The dress clings to every inch of her body.
That coupled with her minimal makeup and beautifully curled blonde hair, and my heart skips a beat. Then another. She looks beyond beautiful.
“Cat got your tongue?” Madison asks when I continue to stare at her.
She knows what she’s doing to me. I clear my throat before realizing something. I pinch the bridge of my nose with a groan.
“Madison, you remember we’re going undercover tonight, right?”
“Yes….” she says tentatively.
“We’re going to attend a party we weren't invited to. Why did you have to pick a dress that’s going to turn heads and draw the attention of every single person in the party to us?” I question.
I’m not angry, but shit!
She ponders my words for a second.
“Oh,” she finally says, biting her bottom lip. “Sorry.”
I can’t help it. I burst out laughing.
Classic Madison. She’s the queen of going over the top.
“Should I take it off and find something else?” she asks. There’s a twinge of surprise in her voice as she watches my amusement.
