tricky to get on by yourself and I had called Aodhan up to my bedroom early so he could help me into it.
The problem there is that the moment he sees me in the strapless and very tiny lingerie it’s very clear that he has other ideas for how we should be spending the night.
“I don’t have time for whatever you’re thinking about and I definitely don’t have time to reassure you that the real reason I don’t want you to attend the dinner is because the women there are like vultures and they’ll be all over you the moment you walk in.”
He doesn’t move from where he’s sitting on the chaise lounge at the end of my bed, his elbows on his knees and his eyes eating every inch of my skin up.
I continue like he’s replied to me, fussing with my curls in the mirror like I ever have the chance of being happy with them. “I don’t mind taking Illi in there with me because the women seem to be able to smell the ‘happily married serial killer’ on him and leave him alone. Well, they still stare at him like they want to fuck his brains out but none of them actually approach him to do it.”
I step back into my closet to grab the dress and when I walk back out into the bedroom Aodhan is still sitting there staring at me.
I roll my eyes at him. “My tits aren’t that great, can we focus?”
He scowls at me and when I hand him the hanger with the dress, he stares at it like I handed him a ticking bomb. “What the fuck even is this? Where are the sleeves?”
I roll my eyes and then spend ten minutes explaining to him how we’re getting the thin sheets of fabric not only on my body but securing them there so I don’t accidentally flash anyone my tits.
He gets very scowly at the thought. “Are you sure you’re not willing to take Illi with you? I’d feel better knowing he’d stab anyone that gets flashed if I do a shit job of getting this thing to stay the fuck on you. Don’t you have any like… normal shit to wear? Something with straps and zips and shit?”
I huff at him and then I lift my arms for him to slide the pieces of lace where they need to go. By the time I’m slipping my shoes on I’m confident the couture gown is going to stay put. White lace is difficult to pull off without looking like a wedding gown but this piece is very obviously a statement piece of art draped over my body like it was made for me.
It was.
I have spent many hours discussing my fashion needs with Vera.
Aodhan drives me over in my Bentley, bitching and biting his lip at me the whole way when I have to slide the dress right up to be able to sit until the tiny triangle of my panties is on full display to him.
“Rich parties might sound as boring as fuck but the dress code has me tempted to go,” he mumbles and I pinch his thigh playfully.
“And which socialite are you hoping to see?”
He smirks. “There’s this gorgeous one who wears a lot of white. On anyone else it would probably look like they were aiming for innocent but on this girl? Fuck, she looks like she’s about to take you the hell out, Black Widow style, and I’m ready to die whatever death she’s giving out.”
He’s laying it on a little thick but I’ll take it, really anything to get me through the drive over there without dissolving into my nerves. I can tell he’s just trying to distract me and I appreciate it.
When we finally pull up and I maneuver myself out of the car without his help, though he tries and I shut him down pretty fast, he huffs as he stares up at the building.
“Are you sure I can leave you here? If something happens to you, I’ll be fucking furious, Queenie.”
I roll my eyes and lean down to give him the barest of pecks on the cheek. “I’ll call you every hour I’m in there but I’m only planning on being there for one… two at the most. I promise.”
He nods and when I straighten up, he drives over to park and wait for me. It’s very sweet.
The party is being held at a gentleman’s club out in the middle of