“Not really,” I’d replied hesitantly.
“Ok, so here we have a satin number which would hardly cover your vagina,” he said patiently, getting a glare from Scarlett. “That says slutty sex. This one here,” he picked up a burgundy one made of a stretchy transparent material that had a thick lace band over the boobs and on the hem at the bottom, “says sexy slutty and invites him to tear it off your body.”
Scarlett apparently had to concede with this one. “It pains me to say it, but he’s right. That one really does invite him to do that.”
Nodding, he passed her the slutty slutty one, and then held the sexy slutty one against me and closed one eye as he looked at me. “That color is a hell yes with your coloring, Katy. And with you being all tiny and fit in your pocket like, he’s gonna see you as his little sexy pixy wearing it.”
Looking between the two of them, I’d gulped at that description. “If you say so.”
With a long drawn-out sigh, Tony nodded slowly. “I do, I really do. Now, what else can we find?”
The answer was: the burgundy nighty, a pale pink version in the same style, a navy satin nighty that had slits up either side of the legs that were trimmed with lace, another one that again he’d gone for the same style but with burgundy satin, and a white satin one in the same style that had a wide band of transparent lace under the boobs, too. As if that wasn’t enough, I’d also ended up with ten new pairs of panties in different styles, along with five bras that matched them (two styles of panty for each bra).
As we passed by a table, I’d seen G-strings which tied at the side with satin bows, and an idea had hit me. So, picking up a pair, I’d asked Scarlett if she could make an adjustment to them for me, seeing as how she did ‘personalized wedding underwear’ according to a sign on the wall.
When I’d told her my idea, she’d looked at me like I was whacked, whereas Tony had put his head on the desk and muttered, “So close, I was so close.”
But, the adjustment had been me, and I thought Jarrod would appreciate it, so to heck with his dramatics – even though I wouldn’t ever say that out loud because he’d saved my bacon and he was a really nice guy.
After that, I’d gone to the store with another purchase in mind. It took me five trips up and down the aisle to stop and get what I was there for, then it took me staring longingly at a bottle of tequila thinking I could drink it to get up the courage to actually go to the till point. Then I’d hidden the items under the huge amount of groceries that I didn’t need but had picked up on my many journeys past the aisle the items were in, and then I had to act like nothing was amiss when the checkout guy scanned the items. I did, however, freak out when the kid who was packing the bags went to pick them up to put them in with my groceries. He looked about thirteen and no way did I want that on my conscience. I’d just shoved them in a bag that was already back in the cart when my brother had appeared out of nowhere, which was a semi-relief because I’d noticed Shane Perkins watching me from the end of the aisle nearest me.
Saying hi and bye, I pretty much ran to my car to put the bags in the trunk, and then drove home like I was a paranoid diamond thief.
All of that just for three boxes of condoms.
It wasn’t until I’d hidden them away in my bedside drawer that it dawned on me – I could have just ordered them online and no one would have known.
And this led me to now, sitting on my knees on the bed, wearing the burgundy sheer number with my personalized G-string under it, my hair blown out, and my makeup sex kitten style (although, it could have been hooker style, I had no idea.)
Cue the heart attack at twenty-two.
Tony had given me his number and told me to call him if I had any questions, so on my way home this afternoon I’d done just that. After he’d thrown around some ideas – some of which made me blush so hard I could have roasted s’mores on my face – we decided that this one was the best one, i.e. it was the one I could do without dying of shame.
Hearing Jarrod’s footsteps coming up the stairs, I raised up so that I was standing on my knees and widened my thighs slightly, eyes trained on the doorway. He was looking down at his feet when he cleared it, but then he stopped and his head lifted up to look at me. He slowly trailed his eyes from my face all the way down to my knees, and then back up again, stopping on my chest for a second before looking back up at my face.