Page 58 of Jockstraps & Newspapers
"Well, Pearson wants me to be at the press junket, and he's going to have me at the front.Salamander always gets a front row seat.I'm going to be photographed a lot.I want to look good from all angles.I want it to say professional, but also head turning, but not too much."She whirled in front of a floor length mirror.
"What are the choices?"He sat his bag down onto one of the kitchen chairs already pulled out.
Cassie wheeled to face him, pointing at the shoes, "Signature red pump, with my black dress and jacket.Or?Signature red dress with the black pump."
"I love you in red" He stepped closer.
"So does that mean red shoes or red dress?Or does red say stuff too loudly?"
"Oh, uh," Elliot looked around, panic filling his veins as he realized the trap he'd walked into.
"Choose the red dress," Lily groaned, shoveling popcorn into her mouth without even opening her eyes.
"No!Cause then I'll know he was just agreeing with you to make me stop."Cassie kicked off the pumps and stomped across the living room, back toward her room.
Elliot watched her disappear, clearly rifling through her closet by the sounds bouncing around the walls.Lily lifted her head off the pillow and lazily looked around.When she locked eyes with him, he smiled sheepishly."Sup, how's it going?"
"Don't worry, she only does this before big events she has to be at," Lily chuckled, settling back on the couch.
"Tight."He nodded, climbing around the stacks of things everywhere and sat in the recliner.Cassie returned in a flurry, wearing a purple dress and two different types of flats.She tossed her arms out to the side.Elliot flinched, unsure what to say and she snarled, ripping the dress up and over her head.
"I'm burning it."
"Whoa, whoa whoa—baby," he laughed sheepishly, stumbling after her as she bulldozed her way back to her room.Elliot caught ahold of her arm, spinning her in the doorway."Cassie, baby, you always look gorgeous."
Cassie roared with frustration, ripping out of his hands.Lily chortled from the living room, "Wrong answer."
"What?"Elliot darted his attention from the living room back to his already naked girlfriend."Wait, Cassie, can you take a deep breath for me."
She stood, seething at the center of the room, nipples out in only a pair of pumps.He arched a brow as she put her fists to her hips.Cassie inhaled sharply through her nose, then let it out.He smirked, "That's my girl."
If she wasn't a raging bull at the moment, he'd savor the image of her in a pair of nude heels that matched the pretty pink tint of her pussy.Or the way her curls were tossed every which way, like he'd already scrunched them.He liked her in heels—no!Elliot decided helovedher in heels.The way she stood in them with her thighs slightly parted, and her calf muscles were a dream.
"I think I'm better and then the very next second, I'm right back to where I was.I'm still a mess."
Elliot chuckled, stepping over all the debris."It's not fun if you're not a mess."
Cassie groaned, rolling her eyes at the same time.He grabbed her by the hips tenderly, pulling her closer to him.Eventually, she gave in and melted into his chest.He slid his hands across her soft, warm skin to her back, rubbing it.She lay her head against his chest, sighing, "You're still so sweaty, how are you still drenched in sweat?"
"I'm covered in fur, newsie.I'm always hot."He kissed the top of her head.
Cassie snorted, "Yeah, you are."
Elliot rolled his eyes.Walked into that one.He pulled back to look at her face."Why don't you show me the red dress?Huh?"
Cassie nodded, shuffling her feet as she peeled away from him.She kept the heels on as she grabbed a different pair of underwear that hung from the bed frame.Elliot squeaked but swallowed the sound that nearly came out of his mouth.She wheeled around, holding up the underwear in question."What?"
"Uh, you know…maybe try the dress on without…the underwear?"He hungrily raked his eyes down her body.Cassie flushed as wicked glee filled her face.She flung her panties at him and he caught them in mid-air…with his horn.
Chapter twenty-six
A party dress
Cassiopeia
Steppingintothedressand zipping it up were like being frozen in time.Elliot watched her from behind and the heat climbed up her back and choked her.Cass had never felt so turned on and nervous at the same time.When she turned, flattening the dress against her body, she saw his face stop.His mouth hung ajar, eyes blinking rapidly."Oh."
"Yeah, this is the dress then," she glanced down at the ruby fabric.A simple dress, deep v-neck with a single ruffled edge, but the flowy skirt came down to her calf.The sleeves fluttered around her arms.
