for you to meet him.”
“I feel like I know him, you talk so much about him. Lucky Luke-y boy, the dream boat,” she sighs, batting her eyelids and making fun of me. “Wait. He’s not one of those stuck-up Bachmans you used to work for, is he?”
“I can’t say,” I reply with a coy smile.
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, my God, and those rich, pretentious girls they hang out with. What do they call themselves? Beauties? How obnoxious. Please tell me you haven’t fallen in with that crowd.”
Amused by my overly opinionated friend, I say, “You don’t know them like I do.”
“Seriously? Aren’t they from the stone ages? I’ve heard that the men make the women submit to them and they have to be in charge.” She lies down on the bed, pumping her fist in the air. “All hail the patriarchy!”
I sit down next to her. “Lulu, it’s not like that. It’s hard to explain, but some women like men like that.”
She sits up, staring at me accusingly. “Really? There are women out there that like to have men bossing them around? Next you’ll be telling me he spanks you and makes you call him Daddy.”
The heat rises in my face and I know, for certain, I’ll never be able to hide my reaction from my very perceptive friend. Horrorstricken, I watch as she studies my face, her eyes widening in disbelief.
She says in a hushed whisper, “No. Way. Oh, my God.”
I stand from the bed, going to the other end of the room, which is only a few inches from her. “Stop. Just stop and let’s pretend this conversation never, ever happened. Let’s just finish packing, get my stuff to the new apartment, then go out dancing like we planned.”
She holds her hands beneath her chin, batting her eyes. “Does your daddy let you go out at night all by your little self?”
“Lulu...” I warn.
She laughs, collapsing onto the bed. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But after I get a few drinks in you, you have to spill it, and tell me everything about your kinky ass sex life.”
Mortified, I shake my head. “Not going to happen.”
She shakes her finger at me. “We’ll see. I know how loose a few margaritas make your tongue. Two drinks and all your secrets come tumbling out.”
I hope she’s wrong.
We finish packing. Get the boxes and a very cranky Mr. Stuffings to the apartment. Luke isn’t there, having planned to be out to give us space to unpack. My cat tiptoes around the place, sniffing everything disdainfully. Then, satisfied he’s smelled everything there is to smell, he curls up on the red rug and naps.
Lulu and I order pizza and collapse onto the couch. Luke stops by to meet Lulu and hangs out for a while. When he leaves, Lulu tells me he’s a ‘hottie,’ and with a body like that he can spank her anytime, which only serves to further embarrass me.
Thanks, Lulu.
After lunch and a rest, Lulu takes the car back to the apartment to shower and dress. The car will return to me, and then I’ll take it to pick her back up and we’ll go out.
I take a nap in the huge bed, so grateful to be living in this beautiful apartment with Luke. I shower, and dress in a short little silver number that’s perfect for a night out with my girl.
Luke pops in to see me before I leave. Taking me in with lust-filled eyes, he lets out a low whistle.
I do a spin, showing off my figure in the dress.
He shakes his head. “I can’t believe I’m letting you out in that.”
I say, “Letting me? No one tells me what to wear.”
One dark brow shoots up high in the air. “No one but your daddy, little girl. If I tell you to change, you’ll change.”
I study his face trying to gauge his seriousness. Knowing Luke, he’s joking. He’s bossy when it comes to my safety, but he’s not the kind of man to tell his woman how to dress. I tease back, “You won’t make me because you like looking at me in this too much.”
A smile cracks his face. “You’re right. The things I’d like to do to you in that tiny little dress.” He takes me in his arms, kissing me. His hands go to the hem of the short number, inching it up over my thighs.
I push it back down, shooing him away. “Stop that. You’ll make me late.”
Disappointed, he asks, “What time