“It damn near goes down to your ass crack.”
Ari rolled her eyes. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Yeah, it does. Did you bring another dress?”
She looked at me like I was stupid. “Of course I did. Do you really want me to change?”
“Please.”
She turned and stormed away before slamming the bathroom door. I let out a sigh and shook my head. The evening was not starting out how I’d wanted. I knew we were both tired from flying in early and then the afternoon at the horse farm. We just needed to make it through this evening with Pete. I had already gotten him to lower the price on My Fair Charmer. I just needed to work him down lower on Sweet Dancer.
I sat down and ran my hand through my hair. Something about Pete wasn’t sitting right with me. The way he’d kept looking at Ari was starting to piss me off. If it were just she and I going out to dinner, I wouldn’t have cared about the dress.
The bathroom door opened, and Ari came walking out. My mouth dropped open. She was wearing a black lace push-up bra with matching lace panties. She walked over to the dresser and pulled out tan sheer hose and a garter belt. She put on the garter belt, and then she placed her right foot on the end of the bed. She began slipping on the sheer hose. She moved them up her leg in a way that had my dick getting harder by the second. She clipped the garter to the hose and repeated the whole process with her left leg. I swallowed hard and licked my lips.
She turned and walked to the closet, opened it, and stood there. She reached in for another black dress and took it off the hanger. When she turned around, she glared at me as she began to put the dress on. It was another beautiful dress. It showed off her cleavage and had a slit that came up just a bit on the right side.
I stood up and said, “You look beautiful, Ari.”
She didn’t say a word as she walked over and slipped on her heels. She reached down, grabbed her clutch, and turned once more to look at her hair. She spun around and began toward the door. “We’re running behind now.”
She threw the door open and walked out of the room while I stood there, trying to get my dick to go back down. I shook my head to clear the image of me taking her in the elevator.
I made my way next to her in front of the elevator, and I looked down at her. “Ari, don’t be—”
The doors opened, and Pete and his girlfriend were standing inside the elevator. I took one look at the girl and how she was dressed, and I knew Ari was going to be pissed. The girl couldn’t have been older than twenty-one, twenty-two tops, and she was dressed in a red cocktail dress. It was so short that if she turned around, I was sure I would see her ass cheeks hanging out.
“Jeff, Ari, we were just coming up to get you. Are y’all ready to head to dinner?” Pete asked.
“Sorry. I had a problem with the dress I was wearing,” Ari said as she stepped into the elevator.
I watched as Pete looked Ari up and down. I balled my hands into fists when he let his eyes roam a little too long on her chest. The young girl walked up, held her hand out to Ari, and introduced herself as Candy. After one look at the girl’s back, I closed my eyes and shook my head before opening my eyes again.
Fuck me.
Ari was going to be pissed at me. The girl’s dress exposed her bare back all the way down, except I could actually see the top of her ass crack. I quickly looked up, and Ari was shooting daggers at me.
Son of a bitch.
She’d just caught me checking out this girl, but I hadn’t really checked her out.
Did I? Shit. This is going to be a long night.
By the time we walked into the restaurant, the tension between Ari and me had grown more and more. Pete had picked some fancy French restaurant, and as soon as he’d found out that Ari spoke French, the two of them continued speaking in French.
After being led to our table, we took our seats. I was sitting across from Pete, Ari was to my left, and Candy was to my right. I wanted to roll my eyes every time Pete called her Candy Cane.
“My French isn’t as good as Ari’s, so maybe we could stick with English?” I said as I glared at Pete.
He started laughing.
It was the longest dinner of my life. Candy kept reaching over and touching my hand. I finally ended up keeping it on my leg. If she licked her lips one more time, I was going to offer her Chapstick. I glanced over to Ari. She was smiling at something Pete had said. When she turned to me, her smile faded as she glared at me.
“Jeff, show me what a real Texas cowboy feels like on the dance floor.”
I looked at Candy and then back at Ari, before turning back to Candy. “I’m not much into dancing. I’m sure Pete would love to dance with you though.”
Pete stood up, and to my surprise, he reached for Ari’s hand. “Nonsense. Ari, my dear, dance with me while your husband takes Candy for a spin on the dance floor.”