Page 159 of Santa Daddies
I can’t explain it, but I’m drawn to her.
It’s not until I’m partway to her workplace that I realize that she and Loren shouldn’t have the same last name. But I’ll take that stroke of luck.
Pulling into the parking lot of the women’s clothing store, with no real plan other than introducing myself, I head inside. There’s nothing wrong with getting to know my best friend’s sister.
There she is, standing behind the counter. I'm taken aback by her beauty. It's not that I forgot how beautiful she was, but up close, without the nuisance of my mask impeding my sight, she’s even more striking.
Did she just gasp? I tell myself not to read too much into it.
“Welcome to Peaches and Jeans. How may I help you?” Her generic but friendly greeting makes me certain she doesn’t recognize me. It’s unlikely Loren had any reason to show her a picture of me.
So many ways she can help flash through my mind, making my cock thicken along my thigh. After a false start trying to talk, I clear my throat. “I need to buy a gift… an outfit.”
She narrows her gaze and a tiny pause passes before she says, “On, okay. Let’s start with who it’s for.”
Good question, since the only woman I’d buy anything for is her. Another good question is if she paused because she recognized my voice. I’m not ready for any part of this illusion to be shattered, not ready to tell her who I am. I shove my hands in my pockets to covertly wipe the sweat from my palms. “A friend.”
“Like a girlfriend?”
I can’t have her thinking that even though my fantasy of breeding her can’t ever happen thanks to Loren. “No, I don't have a girlfriend. She’s… well, not really my friend. She’s my sister.”
Shit! I’m not going to need Loren’s help tanking my chances with Bellamie. My chances… which are already zero because I respect Loren as my best friend and business partner. “Sorry, she’s like a sister… She's my friend’s sister.”
Bellamie laughs. I can addthe most beautiful laughto her list of positive traits. “Okay, what’s your friend’s sister’s style?”
Fuck. As much as I’ve mocked Loren’s use of big poster-sized pieces of paper to map out plans, my natural ability to wing it is falling short.
“The stuff you're wearing. She wears that kind of stuff. She's your age, your build. In fact, I bet, if you tell me what you like, she would like it.” The words roll out of my mouth into a pile of possibly incoherent babble.
Bellamie rounds the counter and I get a whiff of sugar cookies again. So sweet. I force a cough to cover the ridiculous inhale I just took.
“Is this outfit for a special occasion?” She motions to the dressier end of the store. “Or do you want something casual?”
Bellamie’s in jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. I point toward her jeans since my tongue is lost in the fantasy of finding out just how sweet she is.
She steps to one of the jeans displays. “Light or dark? Loose or a tight fit?”
Pre-cum leaks onto my thigh. “A tight fit, like yours.” My words hit my ears and I have to take a second to play them back to make sure I didn’t say more.
My responses are equally as unimpressive as we move to the shirts. She points to one of the mannequins. The Christmas shirt on display reads,Nice in the streets, Naughty in the sheets.
“Are you? I mean, is that something you would wear?” Why can’t I pull it together?
“Yes.” Her grin tells me that she might be answering both questions.
Opting to save my sanity, I tell her I’ll take it all and ask her to ring me up.
Sliding my credit card out of my wallet, I realize she’ll see my name. I insert it back into its slot and go for cash.
I’ve already made the timing for an introduction awkward, and I’m about to miss my chance completely. She's so fucking kind, no matter how stupid I act. “You've been really helpful. Let me give this to you as a thank you.”
“What about your friend’s sister?”
“She’s been a very naughty girl.” I growl, going into Krampus mode. “Who deserves to be punished.” Why the fuck did I do that?
Her eyes go wide, then she blinks and narrows them. Does she realize she brought her hands together? If only I had my ropes.
“Krampus?” Her timid tone hints at doubt.
