Page 21 of Daddy's Stowaway

I felt my lady parts clench with need when he spoke like that. I was so lucky. Here I was, a damaged, blackened soul with nothing to offer, and I had a hot-looking, wealthy bachelor thinking I was all that and a bag of chips.

Alex unzipped the first bag, uncovering a black cocktail dress with a low neckline and covered in exquisite beadwork.

“Wow, it’s beautiful. Should I try it on?”

“Not yet. We’ll pull all the dresses out, and then you can give me a fashion show, and I’ll pick, sound good?”

I rolled my eyes. “If it didn’t sound good, would I have a choice?”

“Not really.”

He grinned and looked like the ultimate bad boy, and I felt that convulsion again. The next bag held a white dress, a little longer than the black or red. This one would probably reach just above my knees, and the fabric looked like rose petals, delicate and super soft.

“Holy smokes, that is so beautiful. Is it as soft as it looks?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“Then it has my vote for tonight’s choice.”

Alex gave me the stink eye but opened the next bag to reveal a longer night-sky blue dress with spaghetti straps.

“Ooh la la, also super cute.”

The last bag held a clingy green dress that matched my eyes. It had an envelope bottom, and the material shimmered in the light almost like mermaid scales. I grabbed the dresses and headed to the walk-in to change into the black dress. I found a stack of new shoes in my closet that hadn’t been there this morning and chose a pair I thought would look good with the beaded dress.

I strutted out of the closet toward the bed, spun around and stopped, and did three quarter turns so he could see every angle. I used to love watching runway shows with my mom and would copy how they walked.

Alex didn’t know this, but he appreciated the strut, giving me a whistle and clapping in appreciation. “It looks fantastic; how does it feel?”

“Like a glove, only for my body instead of my hand. I really like it, but it doesn’t feel like the one.” I strutted back and shook my ass at him before disappearing into the closet. I had a feeling the white dress would be the choice, so I held that off for my last outfit and chose the green next.

It was made out of a very light material that felt sexy on my skin. I found shoes to pair with it, and when I strolled out this time, Alex’s eyes almost bugged out.

“I didn’t expect that to look that good. It sure hugs your beautiful curves, and I love the neckline on you.”

“Me too,” I said excitedly. “This is fun; thank you for giving me several to chose from.” An expression of anger passed over his features so quickly I wondered if I imagined it.

“You are very welcome, now let’s see the white one.”

I strutted back to the closet and put on the white one. I felt like a beautiful swan. What had appeared as rose petals were batting and feathers. I took my time trying several pairs of shoes before finding the perfect match. Then I threw my hair up into a messy bun and grabbed a few tendrils to trail down in a sexy spiral. I looked in the mirror one last time, and when I strutted out this time, it wasn’t sexy or sassy. I channeled elegance, and I held myself like I’d imagined a lady would. I knew I had chosen well because Alex’s amber eyes went almost black with lust.

“Antonia, you look like a queen. This is the dress, and I will sit beside you at dinner, your humble knight, and gaze upon your beauty.”

I giggled and curtsied. “I accept, but you are no humble knight. You are the king and I, your fair maiden.”

“Better take off the dress, fair maiden, and let me take you before I rupture.”

I gazed down at Alex’s hard cock standing at attention.

“Yes, your grace,” I teased as I went back to the closet and carefully removed the dress, and hung all the fancy garments back up in their bags. When I came out, I charged across the room and flung myself onto the bed.

“Ready!”

Alex laughed and then leaned down and took my mouth in a possessive kiss. Reaching down, he dipped his finger into my silky folds. “Yes, you certainly are.”

This time, Alex made slow love to me, creating a deep ache inside of me that moved upwards to my heart. After we climaxed, he scooped me up and after saying it was time to get ready, brat, we went into the shower.

A short while later, Alex drove a golf cart to the hotel lobby and then transferred us to a vehicle.

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