Thunder - Willow Summers Page 0,10
her butt, before it all pulled together into a flowy skirt that cascaded over her legs like a luxurious waterfall.
“Am I exposing too much?” Madison turned to view her backside.
“It’s okay to show back. And you’ve got most of your boobs covered. It is hopelessly sexy while also super classy. It’s a perfect choice. The pink makes it non-confrontational. Red, and maybe you’d have a problem, but pink? You’re good. You will stun everyone, I guarantee it. James will rue the day he called you an ugly, freckle-faced geek.”
“He was such as ass that day,” Madison mumbled, tearing her eyes away from the fashion draping her body. A quick makeup check, and then a glance at her hair, and she turned toward the cocktail awaiting her.
“He was trying to show off for his friends.” Janie held out the drink.
“He didn’t see you coming, though.” Madison clinked her glass with Janie’s. “Cheers. Thanks for getting suspended on my behalf.”
Janie smirked and took a seat. “He deserved getting his ass kicked that day. And by a girl, no less. It took the wind out of his sails. I wish I’d done it before he’d opened his big mouth.”
“Yeah, well.” Madison gulped half of the drink down. “Hopefully after this evening I can put it all behind me.”
“Yes. When is the big dick supposed to arrive?”
“I’m surprised they’re not laughingstocks with that company name. It’s a lot to live up to, and women do like to poke fun. Pun not intended.” Madison checked the time on her phone. “Any moment.”
“The escort I heard about lived up to his name, supposedly. And the hype.”
“I thought you said they didn’t have sex?”
“One time they didn’t, no. And then the other time she went for it. Apparently he was legendary. Like…yee-haw, that incredible price tag was worth it.”
“Gross. Man whores aren’t my thing.”
“Except when you need one for a wedding.”
“Right, exactly.”
The doorbell rang, making Madison jump. The liquid sloshed out of her glass and dotted her expensive dress in two places. “Oh shit! Oh shit, oh no! No, not today.” She fanned her arms, which was not at all helpful. “Hurry, help me!”
Janie jumped up and ran into the kitchen. “Stay calm. This isn’t a problem. Nothing in that drink will stain. Let’s just blot it really quickly and it will dry into invisibility.”
“I suck!” Madison slid out of her seat, looking down at the two dark stains staring back at her. “Oh man.”
A knock sounded at the door.
“Stop panicking,” Janie instructed. “I’m just waiting for the water to warm up a little. Get the door. It’ll be fine, I swear.”
Madison obediently crossed to the front door, pushing down the panic. She hadn’t stopped the staring contest with those spots by the time she flipped the lock and yanked the door open. A quick glance told her the visitor was a man in a suit—the big dick. Right on time.
“Come in. I’m in a state of crisis,” she mumbled, resuming her staring contest and heading toward the kitchen. “Janie, it’s two big drops.”
“It’s fine. Here.” Janie came around the island and quickly bent over Madison’s dress, holding a damp cloth. “Just stay still so I don’t wet the whole thing.”
“Is that water?”
“Yes, it’s water. What else would it be, acid? Stop moving! Let go of it.” Janie slapped Madison’s hands away before applying the cloth. After a moment, she straightened up. “It looks a little worse now, but it will go away, I promise. Do you want me to blow-dry it?”
The fabric swirled around Madison’s legs, two big, dark marks waving as it settled. “Crap. Yes, the blow dryer, because if it doesn’t go away, I have to change.”
“You’re overreacting. Holy shit—”
Madison glanced up to see what the exclamation was about. Her worry over the drops disappeared for a moment, and her mouth actually fell open.
Standing near the door with a furrowed brow and a little grin was not the man Madison had reserved, code name: Sam.
It was a freaking god of a man.
His eyes, a Caribbean blue wrapped in dense black lashes, set off an inhumanly striking face. With high cheekbones and a square jaw, the man was made for the big screen. His level of masculinity would melt the panties off every woman in the audience. The way he wore that suit, and the width of those incredibly strong shoulders, the dark hair and that broad chest… Holy crap, he was hot.
Why was he here?
“Who are you?” she asked, her hands splayed out like