My (Mostly) Secret Baby - Penelope Bloom Page 0,50
hours. You can take one of my company cards and go find something appropriate.”
She waited. “That’s all? How much am I allowed to spend? Where is this dinner, exactly?”
“Frankly, I don’t care. But you’re representing Rose Athletic. Your first lesson in acquisitions is to look the part. Athletes can sniff out incompetence from a mile away. You need to look like money, so they’ll believe you’re already making it.”
“Would you come with me and help me pick?”
“You think I don’t have anything better to do?”
She paused for a long moment, cheeks reddening. “You could come into the changing rooms with me.”
Fucking hell. There was no way I could agree to that. Absolutely not.
I followed Chelsea into the changing room at a fancy little designer boutique on Main Street. My dick was already pathetically hard, and the way she was shyly sneaking looks at me was only making it worse.
“This is a terrible idea,” I said quietly. There was a small army of women outside the fitting rooms waiting to give Chelsea more dresses to try. At least that would stop me from getting any ideas about taking things further.
“You don’t like the green?” she held up the dress and worked her lips to the side. “I think it’s nice.”
“I’m sure the dress will be fine. I’m talking about this. Us.”
“Wow. Already graduating to ‘us?’ Do you normally fall head over heels this quickly?”
“Chelsea. I’m being serious.”
“I know. You always are.” Without a moment’s hesitation, she slipped out of the skirt she’d been wearing.
My already hard dick went so stiff it hurt when I saw the black lace panties she was wearing. I sucked in air through my nose, trying to calm myself.
Chelsea caught my eye, then flashed the sexiest fucking smirk I’d ever seen. She pulled her shirt over her head, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I pressed my palm between her legs and kissed her neck. I felt the damp heat of her pussy. She was as turned on as I was, and it only made me want her more. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” I growled into her ear.
“That was for someone else.”
I grinned at her. It was the exact line she’d used five years ago. “You’re still a bad liar.”
Chelsea’s breath shuddered when I pushed her panties aside and dipped my fingers inside her. Her walls gripped me tauntingly. I nearly pulled my cock out and took what I wanted, but I heard footsteps approaching the small fitting room.
“How’s it looking?”
“Hot,” I said.
The girl laughed. “Sounds like he’s enjoying the view.”
“You could say that,” Chelsea managed with three of my fingers inside her. “I might just need a minute. It’s a tight fit.”
“She’s right,” I added.
“Oh. Okay,” the girl said. She sounded cheerily unaware of what we were doing. “I’ll check back on you two lovebirds in a little. It’s so cute when boyfriends want to be in the dressing room.”
“Boyfriend,” Chelsea mouthed, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Don’t get any ideas.”
She looked between her legs where I was still knuckle deep in her pussy. “Do as you say, not as you do?”
I grimaced, then pulled my hand out of her. Without looking away from her, I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean. “Yeah. Something like that.”
Chelsea shivered, then let out a breath she’d apparently been holding. “Maybe I should actually try this on?”
“Probably.” My phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at it and felt my blood run cold when I saw the name.
Trish: Heard you’re in Savannah today. You wouldn’t happen to be trying to steal Trevor Castle from under my nose, would you?
I shoved my phone back in my pocket. Chelsea was watching me with furrowed eyebrows. “Everything okay?”
“It’s fine,” I snapped.
She looked like she wanted to ask more, but she quietly slipped on the dress, and neither of us brought it up again.
But I couldn’t quite get it out of my head. Trish was probably here. In Savannah. What would she do if I landed Trevor’s contract, anyway? Follow through on her threats from when she left?
Part of me almost wanted to. Part of me was so damn tired of letting her hold it over my head.
I decided to enjoy the moment I was in; not whatever cold hell Trish might bring on me down the line. I currently had an unfiltered view of Chelsea’s ass and the tight little mound of her pussy against her panties as she bent down to pick up the next dress in line.
Yeah. I could