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“Because we’re having dinner at Sully’s with your father. Caleb and I have been friends for a long time. I can read between the lines. Let go of the worry and the stress of what the press might report. They’re going to regardless of what you choose. Choose what’s right for you.”
“Left,” she finally answers.
“Excellent choice. It will bring out the shimmer of the dress.” And the shimmer in the diamond earrings I just bought her, but I keep that to myself. Now is not the time to lay all my cards out on the table. Reluctantly, I drop my arm from her waist and force myself to take a step back. Instantly I miss the heat of her body and the smell of her skin.
Slowly, she turns to face me. Her cheeks are tinted with a slight blush of pink, and the corner of her mouth is tilted in a smile. “Thanks, Brock.”
“Anytime, beautiful. Do you have everything you need?” I ask, moving my bag in front of me to hide the steel rod in my pants. Not from her. I know she could feel what she does to me, but the Sashas of the world are lurking, and the last thing I need is my hard cock on the front page of some gossip rag.
“Yes. I’m just going to change out of the dress.” She kicks off her shoes and moves to the dressing room.
As she closes the door, I get to work finding the appropriate box that contains the other silver shoe. I make sure they’re the same size, not because I’m worried that they’re not, but because I need something to do. I need to keep my mind busy to try and forget that she’s naked just a few feet away.
Damn. What’s this woman doing to me?
A few minutes later, Joey steps out of the dressing room. Her hair is once again falling over her shoulders. I like it either way, but I do miss the sight of her slender neck. Although it’s probably for the best. Maybe I can keep from wanting to kiss her there if it’s not exposed. That’s a big maybe.
“Ready?” she asks brightly.
I hold up my bag. “I already checked out.”
“Well then, I better get busy putting Caleb’s little black card to good use.”
“Where next? Nails? Hair?” I ask her, trailing along behind her. Yes, I look at her ass in those shorts she’s wearing. How could I not?
“Nah, I was just giving him a hard time.”
I frown at her reply. “You said it had been way too long.” I think back to her earlier conversation with her brother. “Your toes,” I say, recalling the exact conversation.
“Meh, they’ll be fine.” She waves me off as she steps forward in line.
“Do we have time?” I ask her.
She steps up to the counter, placing her items gently on the available space. “Do we have time for what?” She glances at me over her shoulder.
“For your toes.”
“Really, Brock. It’s fine.”
It’s not fine. She should have nothing but the best, and not just because she has to have dinner with her father, just because she’s Joey. “Do we have time?” I ask again.
I watch as she turns her wrist to look at her watch and shakes her head. “Not really. I need to shower and dry my hair, and I think I’m going to curl it. That takes time, and no way am I risking Daddy Dearest’s wrath for being late.”
I nod in understanding, but I make a mental note to get her a gift certificate to a pedicure. Grabbing her bags and ignoring her protest, I lead her back out to my car.
As soon as we’re on the road, my phone rings. “Hey, Mom,” I greet after hitting the answer button on the dash. “You’re on speaker.”
“Oh, I won’t keep you. I just wanted to call to check in.”
“Doing well,” I tell her.
“Good. Good. Well, call me later when you can talk. I want to hear how things are going with the new team.”
“I can do that. You doing okay?” I ask.
“I miss my son, but other than that, I’m great.” She laughs.
“All right, I’ll call you later.”
