Stuck-Up Suit - Vi Keeland Page 0,29

like she thought I was playing dress-up.

Soraya: LOL. You went to lingerie, too? What did you buy?

Graham: Those purchases you won’t get to see so soon. Since I won’t be seeing them modeled quite yet. Unless you’ve changed your mind…

The idea of Graham shopping in the lingerie department both amused and aroused me. I pictured him running his hand through his hair in frustration, completely hating that he was doing it, but not being able to stop himself.

Soraya: The green dress is beautiful, but I can’t accept it. It’s too much.

Graham: It’s final sale. Donate it if you don’t like it.

Seriously? The dress was nearly three thousand dollars.

Soraya: You’re crazy, you know that.

Graham: Does it fit?

Soraya: I haven’t tried it on yet.

The rapid fire of texts we were exchanging came to a halt for a few minutes.

Soraya: You still there?

Graham: Are you in the fitting room?

Soraya: Yes.

Graham: I just had a small fantasy of you standing in the fitting room, looking at your gorgeous naked body in the mirror.

Soraya: And…

Graham: You want to hear more of my fantasy?

Soraya: I might…

Graham: I’d like to join you in that fitting room. Bend you over with your hands pressed against the mirror, fingers splayed wide, and take you from behind while you watch us. You’d still be wearing the shoes I picked out.

This time, I was the one who went quiet. I looked in the mirror and actually saw Graham standing behind me. If the illusion was that hot, there was a good chance I’d melt when the real thing happened. When. I was no longer even attempting to fool myself by saying if. Eventually, my phone buzzed.

Graham: I know what you’re doing.

Soraya: See you tonight, Mr. Big Prick.

When I arrived at my apartment carrying a garment bag, I noticed a black town car parked outside. As I neared, the uniformed driver got out. Graham’s driver.

“Ms. Venedetta, Mr. Morgan requested that this be delivered to you.” He handed me two sealed manila envelopes.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know, ma’am. I was instructed to deliver it, so here I am.” He gave a polite nod and opened the car door. “You have a good afternoon.”

My hands were full, so I waited until I was upstairs before attempting to open the envelopes. After hanging my dress, I sat down on my bed and ripped open the first of the packages. Inside was a box of La Riche Alpine Green hair dye. The color was an exact match for the dress.

Graham J. Morgan had a serious sweet side.

Curious, I tore open the next envelope. It was a box of green Betty Down There Hair Color with a sticky note that read, I wasn’t sure if the carpet matched the curtains.

Smiling from ear to ear, I thought to myself, you’re going to find out for yourself very soon if you keep this up.

***

THE BUZZER RANG AT PROMPTLY 7:30. I spoke into the intercom before pressing the button to unbolt the main door downstairs. “Is this Celibate in Manhattan?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

I buzzed him up and unlocked my door to wait.

Walking down the hallway from the elevator to my apartment, he took quick, confident strides. Each one made my pulse race a little faster. He was wearing a dark tuxedo and was quite possibly the most gorgeous man I’d ever set my eyes on. There was no doubt in my mind that he could cause traffic jams walking down Manhattan streets dressed like that. I literally licked my lips.

While I stood there salivating, Graham took my face into one hand and squeezed. “You are going to be the death of me, looking at me like that.” Then he kissed me until there was no doubt what I was feeling was mutual.

I blinked myself back to reality when he released me. “I need to get dressed. Come inside.”

“I haven’t been able to think about anything but coming inside since you told me about your doctor’s appointment to renew your birth control.”

I rolled my eyes at him for being a perv, even though I secretly loved every dirty word. “I just need a minute to slip my dress on.”

“Would you like help with that?”

I pointed to a chair in the kitchen. “Sit. Stay.”

“Am I a dog? I’m not above begging.”

I disappeared into my bedroom and slipped on the green dress. It was the most expensive thing I’ve ever owned. Graham wasn’t lying when he said the dress was final sale. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be wearing it. But I had to admit, the other