Page 61 of Mess With Me
He leaned in, intrigued. “Naughty, huh? What’s your contribution? Better yet, what naughty lingerie do you wear?”
She gave him an impish smile that told him she definitely wore some good stuff. “I got her a black lace bustier that exposes her midriff, with teeny string bikini panties. You know what a bustier is?”
“It’s a fancy boob holder.”
“Yeah, it’s like—” she cupped near her breasts and he quickly glanced around to make sure no pervs were watching besides him “—from here down your sides. It sort of lifts your boobs like an enticing offering.”
Her dirty talk was turning him on. He loved that she was so open. “Do you have one of those?”
She leaned across the table and he leaned in too. “I hope this isn’t TMI but, after a breakup, I throw out any lingerie I wore with my ex. I told you it’s been a while for me. I haven’t bought any in years. No guy really interested me.”
He smiled big time. “Until me.”
She pursed her lips. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
He grinned and leaned back in his seat. “You know, I’m glad you tossed the old stuff. I don’t want some other guy’s imprint where I want mine.”
“Imprint,” she said and laughed.
He smiled. “I’m trying to be classy.” He looked around at all the couples dressed formally and speaking in low tones. “This is a classy place.” And she went right there with him with the dirty talk.
The waiter arrived, offered coffee, which they both turned down, and left the check. Once that was taken care of, he helped Ally from her chair and walked her out, the lingerie conversation still stuck in his mind. What kind of lingerie would Ally wear?
As soon as they were safely in the privacy of his car, still parked on the street, he turned to her. “Would you wear lingerie for me?”
She smiled brightly. “Sure, what kind do you like? Bustier, teddy, slip, romper, or bodysuit?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not very specific. Ooh, I know! Come on, there’s a lingerie shop in town. Just a few blocks away.” She hopped out of the Jeep.
Aw, man. He hated shopping. He’d hoped she’d just show up one night in something skimpy. He met up with her on the sidewalk and she grabbed his hand, practically running toward the shop. “We have to hurry,” she said. “They might be closing soon.”
They got there and the sign on the front door said they closed at nine. “Yes!” Ally cheered. “We’ve got twenty minutes. When you see something you like, just holler.”
It didn’t even have a dirty name like Barely There Nudes or Hot and Skimpy like he’d hoped. It was called Deborah Marshall. Right there his hopes took a dive.
He followed Ally inside to an explosion of pink and white. Pink walls, white carpet, pink shelves and pink hangers. Headless mannequins modeled the latest lacy things. It smelled like flowers. If any of the guys saw him in here, they’d never let him live it down.
They were the only customers. A bored thin woman in her fifties with black cat’s-eye glasses hanging on a chain around her neck and a prim buttoned-up white shirt stood behind the register. Maybe that was who the shop was named after. “May I help you?” she called.
“Just looking, thanks,” Ally replied.
He leaned down to Ally’s ear. “Get whatever you want. I’ll wait outside.”
She grabbed his hand and dragged him along. “I need to know what you like. I’m only wearing it for you.”
His heart kerthunked. “I like black. The skimpier the better.”
He’d thought that would narrow it down, but it turned out the world of women’s lingerie was much more complicated than he’d realized. Honestly, it all looked good to him. He watched Ally’s expression as she quickly went through all the black items, and when she got excited over what she called a slip and he called a thin dress, he told her that was his favorite. She was so excited she did a little dance, holding it up for him to feel how soft the satin was. He was more interested in the sheer lace over the breasts along with the deep plunge both in front and back.
They took it to the counter and he pulled out his credit card. “My gift,” he told her.
“Thank you,” Ally said. “I’ll get you the guy version.”
He smiled. “This is the guy version. A gift for you is a gift for me. Trust me on that.”
She squeezed him around the middle in a hug. He put an arm around her shoulders and gave her a little squeeze back.
