Page 83 of My Secret Bandit

“What!?” She blinked. “God, no! He wishes.”

Laughing myself back into the closet, I changed out of my black set, replacing it with a white one. High-waisted with a thicker lace pattern, this pair offered more coverage than the other, but still had a very cheek-loving cut I knew would darken Mateo’s eyes and turn his million-watt smile into an oh-so-steamy smirk.

*text notification*

Xander: How’s it going?

Me: Better than expected. Thanks for the jersey.

Xander: You’re welcome. I’m having real mixed feelings right now. I’m curious to see how it all looks, but I also feel like it’s highly inappropriate to see everything before your boyfriend does.

Xander: Speaking of. Kid’s got a fucking army of ants in his pants. How much longer you need?

Me: Half an hour… And that’s just to clean up the hurricane of bras and panties that went through the closet.

Xander: Not gonna lie. Sounds like my kind of storm.

I rolled my eyes.

Shit. If he wanted to come clean up the Tasmanian Devil size mess, who was I to get in his way?

More power to him, I say.

Me: You’re more than welcome to come speed things along.

Tossing my phone aside, I stepped back into the bedroom and picked the jersey up off the bed.

I held it up, examining the width, giving it a little pull to test the stretch while Sierra and Rose watched.

“Jamie,” Sierra groaned, “I’m getting gray over here. Put the damn thing on.”

“It’s not gonna fit,” I whispered.

“If it fits over a giant in shoulder pads, it’ll fit you.” She moved across the room to steal the jersey from me and slip it over my head, slowing her hands to not disturb my hair or makeup too much.

A knock on the door frame came just as my vision went from the white walls of Mateo’s room to the red of the fabric now covering my eyes.

“You decent?” Xander asked.

I laughed and pulled the jersey down my torso. “If you can call polyester and lace decent, then sure.”

“Nipples and labias are covered, right?” he said, his hand secured around the top half of his face.

“Mostly.” I shrugged. “Wait. Where’s Mateo?” I looked around Xander to see behind him.

“I’m not that shitty of a babysitter. I sent him to get dinner. Can someone please guide me to the mess?” he asked, one hand still over his eyes and the other outstretched, reaching aimlessly in the air.

Sierra moved behind him. With her hands on his shoulders, she led him to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

We went back to situating the jersey. It was tighter than I normally wore my clothes, but not nearly as bad as I thought it’d be.

I sat on the ottoman, arching my back and tilting my head back, letting my hair hang down and pointing my toes the way Rose told me to do.

After a couple shots, I turned. Facing Rose full on, I gave the sultriest look in my arsenal. Pulling the hem of the jersey down between my thighs, to meet the cushion of the ottoman and leaned forward.

“Let’s go to the bed.”

“Okay,” I mumbled, preoccupied with trying to get myself into the position as Rose described it. Fingers laced, ankles crossed, butt out, I leaned into the quilted fabric in front of me. “Like this?”

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