Page 46 of The Hometown Dilemma
After Jaime had foundout about the possibility of a vacant apartment, she dragged me to Fifth Avenue declaring she needed to find a new dress for that evening’s meeting. Apparently, everything she’d brought with her was completely unsuitable.
“I know you probably hate this, but I need a second opinion.”
We were in Saks and Jaime had bounced around a million concessions, shoving dress after dress into my arms before pulling me towards the dressing rooms. I sensed a fashion show was imminent and hoped for a comfortable seat.
Settling down to wait, I pulled out my phone.
Wade:How are things going?
Terri:Fairly busy over lunch. The new sliders deal is a hit! Pretty dead now though. Fingers crossed it gets busier later…
Wade:Good news on the sliders! Thought they’d be a success.
Jaime came out in the first dress, a one shoulder gold number, her nose already wrinkled up as she twisted and turned, checking out her reflection. “It looked so much better on the hanger.”
I made an appropriate face to match hers. “S’okay,” I mumbled. “I’m sure there are others that’ll be better.”
“Ugh. I hope so. I don’t want to meet Colm Green looking like a Christmas present.”
“And the dress you brought with you doesn’t hit the mark?” Reading Terri’s message about sliders reminded me how hungry I felt. “We could always go and get a snack before dinner instead.”
She shook her head. “I need to make the best impression. Not just a good one.”
“You already made the best impression on me.” I grinned.
Her smile almost melted the ice which had started to form around my heart after the rest of today’s events. “I promise we won’t be long.” Then she disappeared behind the curtain of the dressing room.
Turning my attention back to my phone, I fired off a message to Mom, checking in to see how Dad was. After our conversation about his health, I felt like I had to. Even being away for a short time was a concern and I didn’t want to add to the stress.
I lost count of the number of times she came in and out, showing me dress after dress, until finally she came out in a black embroidered number which finished below her knees with a ruffled hem, but which clung to every single one of her curves, the deep V of the neckline showcasing her gorgeous tits. Not that I wanted her potential new boss to take notice of them, but I figured I needed something to look at during the course of the evening.
“Guess by the sound of your silence you like what you see?” Jaime twirled around in front of me, the hem flipping up as she did so.
Mutely, I nodded.
“Glad to hear it because I think I like this one the best.” She paused, smoothing the material down over her hips. “Although that pale blue one might work.”
The pale blue one might have worked, but I had no recollection of it. After a while all the potential outfits had started to look the same.
“I think that’s the one.” I wagged my finger at her. “And why don’t we get something for me to unwrap at the end of the evening?”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Surely you’d like some new underwear to go with the new dress?” I raised a brow. “It’d be a turn on knowing that I’d chosen exactly what you were wearing underneath…” Letting the sentence trail off, I fixed her with a look which left her with no doubt how I wanted the evening to end.
Biting her lower lip, she nodded. “I’ll go and get dressed.”
ChapterTwenty
Jaime
Nerves bubbledin my stomach as I checked my reflection. I hadn’tneededa new dress for this evening’s dinner-slash-interview but wandering around Saks on Fifth Avenue this afternoon had persuaded me otherwise. My credit card was also regretting the purchase too. But the Marchesa cocktail dress with intricate lace and rose embroidery gave me confidence - the confidence I was sure I’d need the minute I met Colm Green. Grateful that Vanessa had faith in me, I had to demonstrate it myself. The black, form-fitting dress was definitely going some way towards helping.
Wade let out a whistle. “Seriously, babe. You look good enough to eat.”
He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me and hitching the skirt up my thighs to reveal the rose-colored panties he’d chosen, fingertips brushing right over my most sensitive spot.
“Lovely as that would be, I don’t want to be late.” I wriggled in his grasp, feeling the beginning of his erection pressing into the base of my spine.
