he said with a smirk. “I’m more than willing to figure out every one of your perverted fantasies and make them reality.”
I laughed softly. “And what about yours?”
He tipped my chin up, and our eyes locked as he said in a genuine tone, “Sweetheart, you just made several of my wet dreams happen in real life.”
I was fairly certain I’d never been the main attraction in any guy’s wet dreams, so I had no idea what to say, but I could certainly get used to being Hudson Montgomery’s fantasy.
I pulled his head down and kissed him, and he seemed more than satisfied with that response.
Taylor
“Oh, that one is definitely going into the ‘yes’ pile,” Riley Sinclair said with a huge smile as I came out of the dressing room. “It’s classy, but it will still make Hudson’s eyes pop out of his head.”
I shot Riley an exasperated look. “We’re supposed to be shopping for work clothes,” I reminded her.
I’d spent most of the last two weeks after I’d accepted the position at Montgomery Mining getting my shit together. Meeting with human resources, filling out more paperwork, and squaring everything away so I could start my new job with all my ducks in a row.
Today, Riley had come up from Citrus Beach to San Diego so we could have a fun day shopping at Fashion Valley.
Hudson would be off work for two weeks starting tomorrow, and I’d wanted to get everything I needed for my job completely wrapped up so we could spend that time together.
So far, Riley and I had upgraded my phone to the latest iPhone, and I’d gotten a laptop more suited to a professional than a grad student.
After that she’d dragged me into a spa, where I’d gotten my nails done, and my crazy hair highlighted and cut into a tamer, sleeker style that would actually allow me to wear it down more often without a whole lot of fuss.
I’d also figured out exactly why most makeups gave me hives—because some of the hypoallergenic stuff that had been perfect for my skin had cost a small fortune. It’s something I would have never even tried had Riley not hauled me into that store, too.
The bags were piling up in the car, and we were still checking out clothes.
Riley rolled her eyes at me. “We’ve picked out some great work clothes, but you really need that dress, and some other play clothes. Hudson likes to do a nice restaurant once in a while, so you’ll get tired of wearing jeans. And this dress is perfect for any occasion, casual or dressy,” she said as she made a motion for me to spin around.
Honestly, I loved the dress, too. The halter started high on my neck, and the silky material fell into a swing dress that ended between my middle and lower thigh. It wasn’t exactly a mini dress, but it definitely wouldn’t be something I wore to work, either.
“You look gorgeous,” Riley said as I faced her again. “And you can get away with going braless, so you wouldn’t even have to mess with some kind of adhesive bra.”
“Which is a really nice way of saying I have small breasts,” I said with a laugh.
Riley was so easy to talk to that it wasn’t difficult to say almost anything to her. Over the last two weeks, we’d texted and talked a lot, and I’d learned to appreciate her sense of humor and her honesty.
“Noooo,” she said. “It means you can wear a dress like that comfortably, but you’re definitely not boob-less.”
“Do I even want to look at the price tag?” I asked.
“Absolutely not. You have a very rich boyfriend, and I have his lovely black credit card. You don’t need to know. I think he can afford it.”
I sighed. “I feel guilty. I know I agreed to let him help me out with upgrading my electronics for this new job, but we bought a ton of stuff, Riley. I want his body, not his money.”
Really, Hudson and I probably should be slowing it down by now, but every time he touched me, I wanted him just as much as the first time.
Before he’d left this morning, he’d told me to buy anything I wanted or needed, and not just upgraded electronics, but the amount of stuff we’d bought was getting a little crazy.
Riley laughed. “Believe me, the more you buy, the happier he’ll be. Hudson likes taking care of you, obviously, and like it or not, he is