Page 6 of Imperfections Forbidden
Cat is standing by the door when I hang up the phone.
“Sorry, I thought you would be finished.”She’s still in the oversized white bathrobe she had on earlier.It looks absurdly big and ridiculously cute on her.
“Come here.”
She walks into my office with her hands behind her back.I walk around my desk and sit on the end in front of her.There’s about five inches of space between us.“You can come closer.”She stares at me with her lips slightly pursed.“What’s wrong?”
“As much as I like this bathrobe, I can’t wear it the entire weekend.I feel extremely underdressed next to you.”
“You could always take it off.I wouldn’t mind at all.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t, but I don’t think so.I need some kind of armor to protect me from your… less than honorable advances.”
“Who ever said I was honorable?When it comes to me being with you, I’m a desperate man.”She smiles when I pull her between my legs and put my hands on hers behind her back.
“Oh, I believe you.I have firsthand experience with your less than honorable practices at making me do things I wouldn’t ordinarily do.”
“I seem to remember you loving every minute of it.Would you like me to remind you in real time?”
“No, my memories are very vivid.”
I frown to show my disappointment.“That’s a shame; I was more than ready, willing, and able to perform that task for you”—I lean back and spread my hands down across the desk— “with a little assistance, of course.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but you won’t be getting any assistance from me until I’m properly attired.”
“I’ve already taken care of it.When you were in the shower there was a delivery for you.”
“How could there be a delivery for me?I didn’t order anything and no one knows I’m here.”
“I like to think ahead.Go into the living room.”She turns around suspiciously.“Go ahead.”I follow her into the room.Four bags are lined up against the window.She looks over her shoulder at me, kneels down in front of the bags, and looks through them.
“Did I do good?”I ask.
“Yes, you did.You took a risk—what if I didn’t like these clothes?”
“Your style has changed, but underneath you’re still a jeans and tank top kinda girl.Besides, I have great taste in clothes; even better when it comes to knowing what my woman looks good in,” I say smugly, and she rolls her eyes at me.“As much as I would enjoy watching you walk around here naked all day, I figured you might object to that.”
“You figured right.Did you figure on underwear too?”
“Yes, but I don’t know why you would need it.”
“I would rather my crotch not be rubbed raw in my jeans.”
“That would be a good reason.”
“There better not be all thongs in this bag.I do not want to walk around all day with a piece of string stuck up my ass like a super wedgie—that’s not my idea of comfortable.”
“When you put it like that no, it doesn’t sound too comfortable.”
“I’m not opposed to wearing a thong when the situation calls for it, but jeans don’t call for it.”
“Good to know.Don’t worry, there is an assortment of every kind of underwear in there.”
“I’ll be back.I’m going to see if your fashion sense is as good as you think it is.”She picks up the bags, walks in front of me and stops.“Shoes?You didn’t think of that, did you?”
“They’re in the room by the closet.”
“You thought of everything, didn’t you?”
