Page 28 of My Salvation
CHAPTER 13
KATE
After my talk with Lev, I feel almost giddy. Seriously, on the tips of my toes, dancing around, happy. Not just because I’m excited about going out with Lowell, but that I’m dating again, living again.
“OK, what is the deal with the perpetual smiling this week? Did you and Lev finally decide going slow is for old people?” Sarah laughs as she teases me.
Looking around, I lean closer and whisper, “I have a date with Lowell tonight.” Stepping back, I wait nervously for her response.
“WHAT?! Lowell?” she screams.
My nose wrinkles, and I grin.
“Does Lev know?”
I give her an incredulous look. “Of course! We talked about it, and he’s fine with me dating Lowell, too.”
“Damn, girl. I’m so glad you decided to just go for it,” she says as she shakes her head. “Although, I’m envious. Two successful, sexy men. Almost a harem. I had a harem once. Best damn summer of my life.”
“What are you talking about?” I eye the blissful look on her face. “Isn’t a harem like a sheikh with multiple wives type of thing? You know, like in those romance books?”
“Sort of, but the opposite. I’m talking about a reverse harem. One woman and multiple partners - usually male, but not necessarily - who are dedicated to just her. She dates or loves them all, but they only want her, unless there is a bit of male action.” She taps her chin as she thinks about that scenario for a second. “I guess the more acceptable term is a polyamorous relationship, but I just love how naughty the term ‘reverse harem’ sounds.” Sarah explains that it’s more common than most people know, especially around Lockeland Valley. Although men only slightly outnumber women in Montana, it always feels like there’s a shortage of women.
“Didn’t your guys get jealous? And I’m not even talking about sex yet. Wait, are we talking group sex, too??” As I wait for her to answer, I hyperventilate as I think about all the possibilities.
“Honestly, there can be jealousy. Mainly if one of my guys felt left out or I hadn’t seen one of them in a while. They would get into it with each other. I just let them deal with all their issues and figure it out.” She shrugs as she thinks back. “Regarding sex, it was a-MA-zing. Seriously. Because there is more than one, it’s like having a man who is always happy to see you and willing to put the time and effort into putting a smile on your face. And group sex? Oh hell, yes. Yummy.”
Stunned, I stand there for a second. Pictures flash through my mind of Lev and Lowell. Lev is sunshine and passion, and Lowell is icy and controlled. I can’t picture the two of them together in my bed, but I can picture myself in each of theirs.
“So, where are you guys going?” Sarah asks, interrupting my train of lustful thought. “Do you need help finding something to wear?”
“It’s a surprise. Lowell even sent me a dress to wear.” Sarah turns to me likeWTH? “I know, right? It’s a gorgeous dress. Deep red, floor length, with slits to the thighs on both sides. Spaghetti straps, with a vee in the front, and almost no back. It’s very, very sexy.”
“Wow, I’ve never had a guy buy me a dress for a date. I’m not sure whether to be excited or worried for you.”
“And I worried he didn’t like me sexually,” I muse.
Sarah smirks. “He’s definitely made his interest known loud and clear now. Have fun tonight, and I can’t wait to hear about this surprise date on Monday.”
She grabs her things and leaves so I can lock up the practice. Going upstairs, I decide I have enough time to pull together a look sexy enough to match that dress.
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TUCKING ONE LAST CURLbehind my shoulder, I step back and survey the results. As I’m not sure where we’re going, I decided on a blown out, sexy hairstyle. I kept my makeup minimal and neutral, except for my painted, deep red pouty lips, designed to match the dress.
After putting on the dress, I stand in front of the long mirror. Thankfully, the dress fits snug on top, or else my breasts could pop out of the dress. Just in case, I add some double-sided tape to the insides to make sure it stays in place. Plumping up my breasts, I swish from left to right and back. The bottom half of the dress follows the movement, flowing around me. The slits, while high at the very top of my thighs, are cut so well, they don’t expose me even when moving. The whole dress fits like a dream. I’m almost concerned with how well this dress fits. Lowell must have been paying way more attention to my body than I originally thought.
Hearing the door, I slip my feet into strappy gold heels and grab my matching clutch. Smiling, I open the door to a very well-dressed Lowell wearing a black suit, white shirt, and black tie, with red lines that match my dress. Seeing how he looks in that suit, I’m suddenly very thankful he sent me this dress. The man is polished perfection.
“Thank you for the dress. It fits beautifully,” I twirl slowly around so he can see it from all angles. His eyes take in every detail, from my hair to my toes, lingering a second on my breasts and the slits at the top of my thighs.
Clearing his throat, he reaches for my hand, brings it to his lips, and gives me a soft kiss on the inside of my wrist. “You make the dress look beautiful,” he says huskily. “Are you ready to go?”
I dip my head and hand him my clutch to hold as I grab my short black faux fur cape from the closet. Draping it over my shoulders, I take the clutch back and follow him out the door.
“So, where are we going tonight?”
“The Montana Club. For dinner.” He glances over at me. “And tango dancing.”
