had a head full of you all afternoon.”
“Yeah? Want to tell me about it?”
She playfully covers one of Angelo’s ears with her hand and winks. “Maybe later.”
“I can’t wait.” I lean in and kiss her. She tastes like mint and everything fresh and beautiful. Sk?nhed.
Angelo lets out a burp that can rival any one of my teammates and Paisley pulls back, laughing.
“I think I’ve done my job.”
She jiggles him with a soft, gentle bounce and he burps again. Sometimes I’m still scared of how small he is. I have an appointment on Monday morning with a pediatrician I found earlier this week. Angela’s letter didn’t say anything about doctors, so I have no idea of knowing if he’s been seen and whether he’s had any shots.
Paisley readjusts Angelo, smiling sweetly at him before turning that smile to me. It’s blinding how gorgeous she is and how much I like looking at her while she holds my son.
“I should go,” she says. Her smile slips before she kisses Angelo’s temple and hands him over to me. “I have a few things I need to do before I was supposed to be here later.”
“Thanks for bailing me out.”
“Anytime. I’ll come back in a couple of hours?”
“Yes.” I walk her to the door, kissing her one more time. I need time to get ready too. I want to cook us dinner after Angelo’s in bed so we can actually enjoy time together, just the two of us. And I might need to schedule a quick Instacart food delivery.
She hums softly when I pull back from the kiss, licking her lips like she doesn’t want it to be over.
I know the feeling.
“Paisley,” I whisper, and wait for her to open her eyes. “When you come back tonight.”
“Yes? Is there something I can bring?”
“No. Just you… but wear the skirt.”
Chapter Sixteen
Paisley
* * *
Wear the skirt.
I fully intended to come home from work, shower and change and dress somewhat nicely for a night in with Mikah but his parting words to me from earlier have given me a much better idea.
His intentions for the evening were clear in the way his gaze caressed me like a lover’s touch. I can still feel his hand on my hip, the warmth and fullness of his lips on my skin.
I originally planned to come home, get some work done, shower and clean up, but all thoughts of work flew out the window with his command.
Wear the skirt.
Please. Like it’s the most seductive thing in my closet. Boy is he way off base.
So now, I’ve spent hours prepping, eating a quick snack because I’m always starving after school and work, and while I wish I could take the time for a quick workout to de-stress, something tells me I’ll be having one later.
With my hair curled, makeup freshly applied, casual and light, I’m not wearing the skirt Mikah requested.
I’m wearing one of my favorite summer dresses. It’s a mint green color and shows off my tan. The front drapes low and loose, dipping down in the center to show off a small amount of cleavage. The waist is skintight down to my mid-thigh. It hugs my bottom half perfectly. The top is held up by two thin straps at my shoulders and where the front drapes loosely in a seductive but modest way, the back is nonexistent.
Which means Mikah will be able to tell that not only can I not wear a bra with the dress, but there’s a very high probability I might not be able to wear underwear either.
I am, of course, but my thong is minuscule.
If he thought I looked good before, I can’t wait to see the way he looks at me now. Hair curled, draping low and pulled back into a loose ponytail at the nape of my neck, the rest of it drapes over one shoulder. I’ve left off accessories, only because I don’t want them getting in the way later.
I grab my keys and purse and slide into a pair of flat gold sandals. They don’t go great with the dress but they’re comfortable and I’m only walking across the hall anyway. After double-checking to ensure I’ve locked my door, which seems silly since we’re the only two condos on this floor, I lift my hand and knock on Mikah’s.
To my surprise, he opens immediately, and the look of shock on his face is exactly what I’ve been hoping to see when he catches me in my outfit.
“I didn’t wear the skirt,” I