Page 114 of Just Friends
She suddenly looked worried. “Wait, you’ve never met your owner?”
“Nope. He’s pretty hands-off with the team. The boys say this is probably the only time we’ll see him all year.”
“Jax …” Her eyes widened with concern. “You don’t want to make a bad first impression on him, do you?”
“Well, what do you want me to do? I left my pocket square in Dallas.”
The hum of the elevator wound down as it came to a stop on our floor.
Piper bit her lip. “Imightbe able to help you.”
“Yeah? How?” I pointed at her clutch. “You carrying around a spare pocket square in Dallas Devils red?”
“No, but I think I have something close to it.”
The elevator doors opened and I followed Piper in. I pressed the button for the lobby and waited for the doors to close.
“So let’s see it,” I said.
“You’ll see it in a sec.” She waited until the elevator doors closed. Then she urgently turned to me, her eyes wild and her pupils dark. “Close your eyes, okay?”
“What? Why?” I asked. The elevator started to drop. “How am I supposed to see it if my eyes are closed?”
“Don’t ask why! Just hurry up and close your eyes!”
“Fine.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “They’re closed.”
“And don’t open them until I say you can, okay?”
“Okay,” I grumbled.
But hell, whatever she was up to soundedgood—and I wasn’t going to miss it. Sneakily, I cracked my eyelids open and watched through tiny slits as Piper bent at the knees. Moving quickly, she reached a hand between her legs and up her skirt.
Whoa, wha’?
She wriggled her hips from side to side. A second later her hand reemerged from her skirt, peeling a bright red lace thong down her smooth thighs.
Why is she taking off her panties?!
I didn’t know, but I liked it. The sexy thong bunched into a tight little ball as she hastily yanked it down her long legs. One by one, she hastily lifted her feet, carefully working her panties over her high heels.
I’d dropped all pretense of not peeking. Mesmerized, my mouth hung open and I grunted breathlessly, “Fuck.”
She shot her eyes up at me. “Jax!” She clamped her fist shut on her panties to hide them. “You said you wouldn’t peek!”
“I know, I know,” I said with a spreading smile. “Butman, am I glad I did.”
“You’resobad.”
“Me? I’m not the one going commando in the elevator,” I teased.
She groaned. Working quickly, she flattened the panties and neatly folded them into a triangle—and only then did I realize what she was doing.
“Ooooh,” I said in revelation.
She mimicked me, “Yeah,ooooh,” as she placed her thong into my suit jacket pocket. “What’d you think I was doing? Taking my panties off in the elevator for the thrill of it?” She puffed and plucked the lacy fabric until it looked like a perfectly arranged pocket square.
“Kinda, yeah,” I said with a grin. “I mean, hey,I’mpretty thrilled right now.”
