Page 32 of Split Screen Scream
Chapter 9
It was the getting naked part.
Getting naked in front of a new boyfriend who’d never seen her naked.
Reed isn’t the type to criticize, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t think it.
She didn’t want to see disappointment in his deep brown eyes if she took off her clothes.
Her ex had hated the underwear she wore when she dressed in her forties or fifties fashions. Called them her “granny panties” and said those were for fat chicks and when was she going to get a thong like a normal girlfriend.
She’d tried a thong once and hated it.
Why wear something that would wedge itself as soon as you sat down and stood up more than once? If he wanted to see that much flesh, why not just go without?
It hadn’t made any sense to her. She hoped Reed wasn’t a man who was into women wearing thongs. Wearing one wouldnotput her in the mood for sex.
She hoped he’d be all right with her forties and fifties fashions and everything that went with them, because dating a guy that wasn’t…well, that kind of relationship wasn’t what she wanted. This time, she wanted a man who, while he didn’t have to like everything she liked, at least didn’t dislike things about her or her lifestyle.
Her phone rang.
Reed.
She answered it. “Hello?”
“Hello. How are things?”
“Pretty good, I guess.” She smiled. “I really enjoyed the wedding. It was so beautiful. And your friends are so nice. That was the most romantic evening I’ve had in a long time. Thank you for inviting me.”
“Glad you enjoyed it.”
“I really did.”
“Well, I can’t top that evening, but I can take you to dinner. Saturday night?”
“Yes, I’d love to.”
“I’ll make reservations and surprise you.”
A thrill shivered through her. “Oh, I like surprises.”
“Good. Now I have a request.”
“You do?” She hoped it was something she could accommodate. “Okay, what is it?”
“Could you wear that little rod polka dot dress you wore the night we met? The dress wasn’t ruined, I hope. Can you still wear it?”
Her eyes widened. It was as if he’d been reading her mind. Hewantedher to wear the vintage dress. “Why, yes, I can wear it.”
She’d worked hard on the dress, soaking it and then scrubbing it to get the stains out. It wasn’t as white as it had been, but she’d taken a brush and painted bleach on it, and then had rinsed it out again until the stains weren’t noticeable.
“I’d be happy to. I didn’t know you liked it.”
“Yeah, I liked it.” His husky voice sent a feeling through her body, that made her think of him watching her in that dress, and made her start to get all hot and bothered.
“Oh, I’m so glad you did,” she said, her voice lower now, and becoming breathy.
“Yes, I did. You looked hot in that dress.”
