The Personal Shopper

I laugh. “Of course.”

“Well then, I’ll be there.”

I tell her to come to my place around five, and then Doug will pick us both up. If I’m going to have to sit through the whole night imagining what Ava and Jeff are going to do at the end of the night, then I at least need my friend with me. I already know I won’t mention to Ava that Rachel and I are just friends. Two can play this game.

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Ava

I got off work early today, so I’d have plenty of time to get ready for tonight. When I get out of the shower, I see a package is sitting on my kitchen counter. Parker must’ve dropped off the lingerie. I slump my shoulders a little. I kind of thought he was going to say something when he gave it to me.

I reach for the box and open the lid, but instead of the sexy lace outfit Cassie picked out for me, there is a plain set of nude bra and panties. I just stare at it for a minute and then a smile creeps on my face. He didn’t buy the lingerie for me. Does he really think I just wouldn’t notice though?

Just then my phone pings with an incoming text. I glance down and see Parker’s name.

Parker: Doug is giving us a ride. You and Jeff want to join?

Us? Who is Parker bringing with him? I can’t ask him. That would mean I care, which I do, but I can’t let him know that.

Me: Sure whatever is fine. What time?

Parker: Around six.

Me: Sounds good.

There. That sounded chill right? Like I don’t care he is bringing someone. Doesn’t even phase me.

I glance down at the box and then an idea comes to me. Sure they are plain, but nude undies can be just as sexy as a black lacy thing. I head back to my room to finish getting ready.

I was planning on heading over to Parker’s apartment, but then I hear the door open. “Hey Ava, just a little early. I brought over some of that champagne you were always sneaking as a minor.”

I smile and take one last look at myself in the mirror. I fluff my hair and reapply my lipgloss. Well, here goes nothing.

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Parker

I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea to bring champagne over to Ava’s place. I guess I just didn’t want Jeff showing up early and having alone time with her.

At least now that she is riding with us, there won’t be any chance for them to be alone together. Well, until tonight. Maybe I can stop that too. Would it be weird to suggest a movie night after a charity event? Or maybe I can play protector and tell Jeff’s she’s had too many drinks so he has to leave.

My plotting to get Jeff to leave are interrupted by the sound of Ava’s bedroom door opening. I can hear her heels clicking down the hall. I turn away toward the counter to pour the champagne.

She always looks great when she attends these events, and I don’t know if I can handle it right now. Just because I’ve been avoiding her all these years, doesn’t mean I haven’t been checking up on her. She always picks out the perfect dresses to show off her legs. They all look specifically made for her body. Tonight is no different. Although the dress will be long, I’ve seen the slit that will give sweet little glimpses of her thigh, especially in her heels.

I hear her enter into the kitchen, but I still don’t turn around. I need to get a grip.

“What the hell is this?” Ava asks.

At first, I think she is mad that I came over with the drinks. I turn my head to look at her. Then I quickly do a double take. What in the world? I blink my eyes at her a few times. Is she fucking naked? I blink again. No. Not naked. Well, not fully anyway, but might as well be with the way my dick is standing at attention.

Ava is standing there in nothing but the nude bra and panties I picked out and a pair of sexy high heels. Her blonde hair is in soft waves around her shoulders, and her makeup makes her blue eyes shine even more than usual. She looks like an angel. Well, an angel I would like to do very naugty things to.

God, why did I think this would be any better than the lingerie? She somehow looks even more sexy in this than she would have in that black lacy thing she picked out. It fits her better. The simplicity just adds to how beautiful she is. I cannot let Jeff see her like this. How could he resist?

I try to look my eyes away, but I can’t. It’s like they are glued to her. I can’t even count the number of times my eyes have scanned up and down just taking her in. I try to speak, but my mouth is dry, so I just swallow hard.

When I don’t say anything for a few seconds, Ava continues. “Parker. This isn’t what you were supposed to pick up.”