AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Cute.
“You mentioned you want something black-tie for this event,” she says. “I came up with a couple of ideas.”
I nod and try to concentrate on the tablet she produces rather than the warmth that radiates from her, or the fact that her slender neck is only inches away from my mouth when she tilts her head, looking at the screen.
“So, this one is more modern if you’re going for a change to your look. It’s got this over here,” she points a finger. Her hands are petite. What will they look like wrapped around my cock?
Focus.
“And if you do this,” she flips to another page, “then you can use it for business meetings, too.” She looks up at me. “What do you think?”
I nod. What do I think? I think she’s fucking intoxicating.
“Not your thing?” she asks quickly when I don’t answer. She scrapes her hand through her hair, hooking it behind her ear. It only exposes her slender neck, the skin smooth and delicate. I stare while she flips through more designs.
“I thought you might be more of a classic man, so I got these together, too. It’s timeless, but you can adapt this too.” She glances up at me again, our eyes locking. Her eyes are almost teal. “No?”
I wasn’t even looking.
“Do what you think is best,” I say.
She scrapes her fingers through her hair again. She’s nervous.
“I think you should do this,” she says, pointing to the classic option.
“Good.”
“Do you mind if I take your measurements? Then I’ll have it all ready for your event.”
I nod and she produces an old-fashioned measuring tape. She clears her throat, her eyes locking on mine again. She’s petite, her head chest-high at most. She wraps her arms around my body, pushing her almost right up against me. When she brings her arms around, closing the measuring tape, I look down at her while she reads the measurement and makes a note of it on her tablet.
She measures the length of my body, my arms, the width of my waist, my shoulders. My hips.
When she kneels before me, I stifle a groan. Her head is so close to my cock.
She measures the length of my leg and her touch flits over my skin through my suit. Everywhere she touches me, my skin tingles.
“Would you like me to find a pair of shoes for you, too?” she asks and rolls her eyes up at me.
My lips part and I lick them.
“Yeah.”
She nods. “Size?”
“Twelve and a half.” She nods again and makes a note before she straightens.
“I’ll have it ready for you by Thursday.”
“I’m out of town until Friday morning.”
“Can I have I couriered?”
I tug at my shirt. “You don’t think we need a fitting?”
“I know what I’m doing.”
Her confidence is fuckinghot.
