“As long as a bra is well made the underwear should never dig into your skin. It only does when it’s not the proper fit. All it’s supposed to do is support. I’m glad you like it. Now that we have confirmed your measurements let’s see how you feel about lace, my dear. It’s simply the best ammo in your arsenal when it comes to men.”
I blush at the way she says it, her hint crystal clear. I’m not sure what to say, too shy to admit just how unused any ammo would be. I like almost everything, it’s hard to pick when I’m ready to go, especially when there’s no price tag.
I break down and ask Gertrude. “Um, there aren’t any prices on these. It’s kind of a factor in what I buy.”
“Leo is taking care of your visit today. He was very clear about that.”
Hell, no. He doesn’t get to buy his way out of this. “No, absolutely not. I’m paying.”
She opens her mouth then closes it again. For a moment she studies the bras I’m holding.
Looking down at the four I want the most and the one I can’t bring myself to take off I have no idea. What would they cost? The ugly one I wore into the shop is in the trash. The ugly one was forty dollars on sale. This is hard, I don’t spend money on myself. Only the idea of leaving even one of the bras behind makes me sad.
“What you have there will total six hundred and twenty dollars. Do you want them all?” I nod as I wince and hand them over. “I’ll get them boxed up for you.”
Once I’m home I open the pretty white box and pull apart the tissue paper. My eyes go wide when I see there are matching panties. They are gorgeous, is that why they were so expensive because they were a set? I put on the panties that match the bra I’m wearing and stand in front of the mirror. Gertrude was right, it does make you feel pretty and sexy and good about yourself, able to take on the world or an asshole billionaire.
Closing my eyes, I imagine Leo here with me as I have so many times before. My hand goes to touch myself. I’m too worked up to pull out my vibrator. The thought of Leo has me wet in an instant. Would Leo like the blue lace or the black lace? Will he like that I’m bare from the laser treatments my doctor insisted I get to stop the painful ingrown hairs?
I skim my thumb over my bare mound loving the feel of the soft skin. I feel my breasts swell and nipples harden. My other hand moves up to cup one, hissing at the sweet ache that goes right to the core of me. A finger dips deeper, swimming in the wet heat pooling now. Deeper in and out, then higher teasing around my swollen nub. I remember Leo, leaning over my desk his scent all around me, wood, smoke, fire and something that was only Leo. My body clenches from deep inside, I moan because I’m empty, Leo isn’t inside me the way I want. I push my fingers deeper, but it’s not enough; my body is hot, tight, greedy for my orgasm. Giving in, my fingers swirling over my clitoris. I tip over into an orgasm, my body shuddering.
***
Leo
My phone beeps, “Mr. Kaplan, Gertrude Holtzer calling for you. Are you available?”
“Yes, put her through.” I snatch up the phone. “Gertrude, how did it go?”
“Very well. She’s a sweet woman, your Alexa. If a little naïve, I was forced to lie. She refused to allow you to pay. I didn’t argue with her. I quoted her the price for one of the bras and panty sets. In the end, she left with five.”
Naïve indeed, if she thought the cost of one set covered five. “Thank you, Gertrude. Please send me the bill to my home, not the office.”
“As you wish, Leo. Would you like the long invoice? The long invoice includes an image of the purchase. She picked several in lace, she likes black, even the silk ones she picked out—”
A groan escapes me. “Not necessary. A simple invoice is enough. I have to go.”
The image of Alexa in black lace and satin haunts me for the rest of the day.
12
Leo
Drake is waiting at the open door before I even have a chance to ring the doorbell. “You must really be bored.”
“I know it’s crazy, they go to school it’s not like they’re here all the time. It’s just been a while since they were both gone all day. They’re growing up so fast.”
“True, every time I see them they’re bigger than the time before, especially Griffin.”
“Yeah, Ria was just crying the other day about him growing before he ever wore a suit she got him. While Christina is only going at half his rate. Ria dragged them both to the pediatrician’s office last week. The pediatrician shrugged and said just because they’re twins doesn’t mean they are going to grow at the same rate. For a five-year-old Christina is about even on the growth scale, it’s Griffin who is in the 99th percentile. Drink? You look like you can use one. I’m guessing it’s about Alexa?”
I nod as Drake pours a measure of scotch. I take the scotch then sink into the sofa as I sip.
“Well? What about Alexa?”
“I don’t want to talk about her. Not now, not yet. I’m hoping it will pass and there will be nothing to tell.”
The fucker laughs. “Good luck with that my friend.”