“I promise that's not true,” I say, but even as I said, I'm biting back giggles.
“It's okay,” he murmurs. “It must be pretty hard to get your head around seeing me like this, especially since you had this idea in your head that I was…what did that email say? Arrogant. Asshole. Selfish?” he teases.
“Trust me, it’s not the dress that has me smiling, it’s just you,” I shrug. “I think about being here with you and it makes me happy.”
“Well, hearing that makes me happy,” he grins. “But something tells me you weren’t lying about what you said in that email.”
I shake my head. “No, that was definitely my first impression of you.”
“Why?” he asks curiously.
“I don't know, maybe it was the fact that I said hello to you he looked me up and down and kept walking?” I say with a laugh. “Or how about those times when your dad was in the spotlight for one reason or another, but all the papers were reporting was you and your latest conquest?”
He smiles. “You shouldn’t believe everything you read. Things are usually a lot more complicated than they look. Take this for example,” he glances down at his dress. “Much more complicated than it seems.” He grins at me.
Why?” I tease.
“Because I'm sitting in the middle of the restaurant, wearing a dress. Why do you think?”
I chuckle. I guess he makes a good point out.
After dinner we walk back to the car. Cameron gets a few odd looks, but mostly people walk by, like it’s no big deal. They must see this every day. I love that about this town. How a guy can walk down the street wearing a dress and no one blinks an eye. I reach up and touch his soft curls, loving how they bounce back against my fingers.
“Think I should get extensions?” he quips.
I shake my head. “No. I kind of like this just out of bed disheveled curly mop you’ve got going on.”
“Do you? He grins.
My heart races because for a moment I think he is going to kiss me, but then it just takes my hand and we keep walking.I sleep most of the way back to LA, after Cam insisted on driving my car. I wake up as Cameron pulls out the front of his building. He glances over at me and smiles.
“You're awake,” he says. “Here I was thinking I was going to carry you upstairs.”
“You can if you like,” I tease.
He chuckles and opens the door, almost getting out wearing his dress, but then he remembers. He quickly reaches over to the back to grab his jeans and shirt.
“Knowing my luck, Lewis will be standing at his door, ready to catch me or something.”
“If he’s standing at his door, I'll be impressed,” I quip. Cameron chuckles.
“You know what I mean.”
“What happened to Lewis?” I ask.
“Freak accident. He went diving and broke his back on some rocks.”
“That's pretty intense,” I say.
“Yeah,” he nods.
“So you were there when it happened?” I ask. “That must have been scary.”
“I was the one who dragged him from the water.”
“Wow you’re a hero,” I say softly.
“Not really,” he gives an embarrassed laugh. “A real hero would've stopped him from doing it in the first place.”
He peels the dress off, just as I glance over, my eyes catching sight of his ripped, muscular chest. I swallow, suddenly feeling all sweaty. He grins at me.
“So…can I convince you to come up?”
“Dressed like that, you can pretty much convince me to do anything,” I admit.
He laughs. “I'll keep that in mind once were up there.”
I follow him into his apartment, closing the door behind me. I slowly walk toward him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I kiss him, my lips melting into his. Everything about him is sexy. Even in a dress, he still turns me on like crazy. Possibly even more.
“Do you mind unzipping me?” he asks, turning his back slightly toward me.
I giggle. “Things I never thought I’d be doing? Unzipping my stepbrothers dress.”
“I’m not your stepbrother yet,” he murmurs. He turns back to face me, cupping my jaw roughly in his strong, masculine hands. I gasp, looking deep into his eyes.
“Would it stop you from doing this if you were?” I whisper.
He stares at me for a moment, the intensity in his eyes growing, then he shakes his head.
“If anything, it makes me want you more.”
He lifts me up to his waist, naturally I wrap my legs around him. He carries me through his apartment, stopping at the kitchen table. He sits me down, pushing my legs further apart, while he kisses along my neck. Then he reaches behind my back to lower my zipper. I gasp as his fingers slip along my bare skin, his touch sending my body into a frenzy. Then he lays me back, my body tensing as he slowly slides my dress down over my curves.