Page 59 of His Choice

I scratched my neck. “Sure. Both, I mean.”

He nodded. “I can’t believe we get to keep the clothes!”

“I don’t think once your junk has been sitting in the pouch of that thong, the store could sell it to someone else anyway,” I pointed out.

“Their loss. If they took a picture of me wearing them, they could sell them for a much higher price,” he countered. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

His question had been asked with disdain.

“It’s sort of the nerdy, sexy look.”

“Where’s the sexy part?” he asked. Unfortunately, I could tell from his tone that he wasn’t even trying to be sarcastic. Then his mouth quirked up. “Oh, I get it. You’re going to unsnap the fly and play peekaboo with Cliff.”

“What? No! I mean, we’re not supposed to show that, remember?” I reminded him. He frowned. “I was just going to lower the pants a bit.”

Dani shot me a ‘whatever’ look. “Girl, if I were you, I’d find something else to wear.”

He wandered off before I could respond. He probably wanted to make sure each contestant saw what he wasn’t wearing before the filming began.

“Hey!” Aaron called from within the booth.

I assumed that was his way of demanding my presence. I glanced around to make sure nobody else would see him when I drew back the curtain, then stepped inside.

“Oh my, God!” I blurted. Aaron was wearing only a white athletic strap and socks.

“Seriously?” he barked. “You talk about me being invasive. Can I finish dressing first?”

“Uh… Oh, I thought you were asking me to come in,” I explained, unable to stop dropping my eyes over his beautiful body and the outline of something else in his jockstrap.

“Geez, get your tongue back in your mouth,” Aaron reprimanded. “I was just calling out to see if you were still standing there. I forgot I left the baseball uniform on the floor in front of the next dressing room. Can you get that and hand it to me?”

“Uh…yeah. Sure.”

I exited the dressing room, grabbed the uniform, then went back behind the curtain. Aaron had turned and now I was treated to a full view of his shapely backside. There was no other word to describe his ass other than magnificent. My mouth dropped open. He turned quickly, eyes wide. “You could have handed the clothes through the curtain.”

“Yeah… I uh…” I tried to rush backward from the dressing room, stumbling on the floor transition, then falling through the curtain and onto the store floor, landing on my lower back. The overstretched pajama bottoms slid down in the process—enough to reveal more than body hair. Of course, with my luck, Daryl had been right there to witness the whole fiasco, as he had been ready to enter the dressing room next to Aaron’s. If his cackling was any indication, I hadn’t hauled the bottoms back up quickly enough to conceal myself.

“I can see why you hurried to cover yourself,” Daryl tormented. “You wouldn’t want Cliff to see you’re a little person in more ways than one.”

I scowled at him as he laughed his way into his dressing room.

Aaron popped his head out of the curtain. “What the hell is going on out there? Why are you lying on the floor?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You and your birdbrained ideas! I just flashed the whole store.”

“Why did you do that?” he asked, confused.

I stood up, then tightened the drawstring. “You emboldened me to be a nudist,” I shot back acerbically. “Why do you think? They fell accidentally!”

“Get in here!” he commanded impatiently. “You create havoc everywhere.”

“Are you dressed?” I asked, wary of reentering if he wasn’t.

“Mostly,” he assured me.

I returned to the dressing room and pulled the curtain closed behind me. Aaron had put on the baseball pants, though he had left them unbuttoned to reveal the waistband of the jock. Aaron was in the process of slipping on the baseball top as he eyed me.

“Daryl just saw my dick,” I complained in a whisper, pointing over to the next dressing room so Aaron would know to keep his voice down. “This is humiliating.”