Page 62 of I Choose You

Kaden: I can’t wait to walk into the party with you on my arm.

“Does the man ever work?” Rena taunted. “He just waits around for his phone to ping with a message from you.”

I bit my lip then added a picture of the price tag.

Brooke: Are you still sure?

Kaden: Very sure.

Kaden: Get it.

Brooke: Is that an order?

Kaden: No. You’d be less likely to listen to me if I tried to boss you.

Kaden: How many pleases will it take this time?

Kaden was begging me. It still felt surreal.

Brooke: Zero. This dress caresses me like a lover’s touch. I might never take it off.

My phone buzzed, and I jolted at the image of the video call icon.

“Ooooh. He’s got the hots for you.” Rena wagged her brows and quickly guided me back into the fitting room. “No phone sex, though. I think there are kids in the store.”

Her hasty push had me answering the call before I got back in the room.

“Phone sex?” He turned his phone around to show a busy gym in the background. “Please don’t. I might get mauled here if all these guys overhear.” He wiped his brow off and squinted at the screen, breathing hard. “You’re going to get that dress, right?”

I licked my lips, arrested by the sight of him shirtless and catching his breath. An instant image of where else he could be sweaty, tired, and without a shirt hit me at once. Over me. Under me. Inside me.

“Brooke?”

I cleared my throat and nodded. Desire, I could handle. But this potent punch of lust? That was something else.

He smiled, this silence between us not at all imposing. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve guessed that just the sight of me made him happy.

“It’s not plaid, so it’s a winner.”

He laughed once and rolled his eyes.

“Plaid?” a guy said in the background. “Remember that kilt incident?”

“Shut up, Tristan.”

I bit my lip, smiling. “What’s that?” I said.

“He tried on a kilt back in—Ow—” More jostling of the screen followed and I giggled.

Kaden’s face returned as a blur. He shook his head and sighed. “I’ll call you later.”

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

How was this happening? As the warm feeling lingered inside me after the call ended, I knew he wasn’t the only one who seemed giddy and content for a chance to see me happy. I touched my face, feeling the lift of my cheeks at having seen him.

“A kilt incident?” Rena asked from the other side of the curtain, clearly having overheard it all. “That’s a story I’d like to hear.”

Me too. I set my phone down and dismissed my feelings about him. It was time to change and buy this ridiculously expensive dress.