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“Oh my God, you’re just like your father,” she said. “You’re so cynical.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I raised an eyebrow. My father would not only poke fun at humanity’s peculiarities, but also at himself, which always made me laugh. But he was the most open-minded, accepting person I’d ever known, and I loved that about him.
My eyes misted again, as they always did when I thought of my beloved dad. I missed him like mad.
“Let’s talk about dresses,” I said.
She crooked her finger. “Come with me.”
I followed her into her office, where magazines, catalogs, and clothing samples lay scattered on a large desk and on the floor.
“I’ve got this new range that I think you might like.”
She opened her laptop and scrolled through pictures of gowns with thigh-length slits and low-cut bodices, including a collection of lace dresses worn over G-strings and skimpy bras.
“I did mention that his family would be there, didn’t I?” I asked, tilting my head to study the collection of transparent dresses. “Do you think that pretty soon women are going to turn up in the nude?”
“I hope not. That would put me out of business.” She chuckled. “They are rather risqué. But I do love mesh and lace.”
She showed me a black lace dress with a long train at the back contrasted by a short front that just covered the crotch. A dress I could imagine wearing privately for Chase.
The thought sent a swelling heat between my legs, where I ached after he’d fucked me senseless all night. Before Chase, I’d thought multiple orgasms were an invention. A kind of unicorn.
He was my first. I’d never come with a dick before. But he’d zeroed in on my G-spot the first time we fucked, and I hadn’t recovered since.
“They’re gorgeous, but too revealing.” At the last function, all the rich heiresses had more exposed flesh than fabric, and I’d overheard Chase’s mother saying how the girls had dressed like whores. “Less like MTV and more about style, I think.”
She lifted her finger and opened her closet. She brought out a gorgeous silk dress that she’d worn once.
“I remember that one. It’s lovely,” I said, running my hands over the chiffon layer.
“I think it would really suit you. And we’re the same size and height.” She smiled. “It’s too easy. And turquoise has such a nice vibration.”
I had to agree it was a stunning color. I held it up against me.
“I love it. Thanks, Mom. That was really easy.” I studied myself in the mirror with the dress against me.
Excitement charged through me. I was going to a family ball with the man of my dreams.
Yay.
