Page 36 of Stood Up
“I’ll be happy to go with you. When is it?”
“Saturday Night.”
I pause. “Mason, that’s only a few nights away. I can’t find a dress by then.” Hell, I’m going to have to Google exactly what to wear to it.
“I’ll have my shopper pick out some dresses, shoes, and accessories for you. All you have to do is come home and try them on.” The way he sayshomeso freely like I actually live in his space doesn’t terrify me or even make me want to halt the brakes. Is it fast, yes it is, but it’s making me happier than I’ve been in a really really long time. And not once has he given me any reason to doubt his trust, and that’s the biggest thing for me.
“You have a shopper?”
“Yeah, it’s one thing I splurge on. I hate shopping.”
“Well yeah, everyone has to buy clothes.” I sit in my chair and rest my head against the soft cushion.
“Baby, I have more important things to do and one of them is you.”
That melty feeling takes over my heart and if I were butter, I’d be a puddle on the ground. He does this to me quite often. My voice is softer than I want when I respond, “I like it when you do me.”
His inhalation of breath is sexy as hell. I love it.
“Keep it up, and I’ll be at your office bending you over the desk.”
I look to the files scattered all over and the laptop to the side. All of it easily removable, but not right now. “I’m only letting you do this for me because I don’t have a lot of time. Normally, Mason, I like to pick out my own things. How will your shopper know what will fit me?”
“He’s the best at what he does.”
“He?”
“Absolutely. Randolph is the best.”
“Well, this’ll be fun. It’s almost like I’m Cinderella.”
“You’re too beautiful to be Cinderella.”
Warmth spreads through me, and it’s time I get my work done or I’m going to end up begging him to actually come to my office and do what he says. “Okay. I have to go. I’ve got a full lineup that needs to be accomplished today. Dinner?”
“Best part of my day besides waking up to you.”
My smile hurts my cheeks, but it’s a great pain. “Bye, Mason.”
“Bye, beautiful.”
* * *
“Darling, what do you have on?” Randolph, a very good looking man with and impeccable designer clothes, says as I enter the room. His hair is absolute perfection. Blond and styled over to the side in a way that is modern and unmovable.
Remembering what I have on—jeans and t-shirt, my normal attire—I quirk my brow. “Clothes.”
“Honey, those are not clothes. With that body, you need to have flash!”
Oh lord.“I don’t do flash. Only for tomorrow night.”
“Oh, do I have some dresses for you!” He claps his hands excitedly and bounces on the balls of his feet. He really does look excited and in his true element.
He begins to hold the dresses up, and my breath leaves me. Stunning. Gorgeous and totally not me. I really will be Cinderella at the ball. Holy shit.
“So, which one first?” he asks excitedly.
“I don’t even know,” I whisper.
