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Laying the book down, I sighed.
I didn’t want to entertain tonight. I wanted to strip those clothes off his delicious, rock-hard body and fuck his dick until I saw stars. Climbing from the bed, I stretched and looked down at the garment bag, narrowing my eyes.
Shaking my head at the thought of a fucking formal dinner.
I was a damn country girl. He knew that. The last formal anything I went to, I got shot at, was in a car accident and damn near drowned to death. Picking up the bag, I headed into the bathroom and hung it on the hook behind the door. Opening the bag, I removed the dress, then stood back, staring at the damn thing and muttered, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?”
The dress was white. Like lilies of the valley white. Like here comes the bride white! While not exactly a wedding dress, it was long, form fitting and looked expensive.
It was so not me.
Picking up the garment bag, I noticed there were items at the bottom. After digging them out, I placed a box with Manolo Blahnik on the bathroom counter and a box that said La Perla.
Opening the shoe box, I smiled as I pulled out a very sexy pair of high heels that had a pearl strap around the ankles. The heel had to be at least four inches high and the soft white leather felt like pure butter. Putting the shoes back in their box, I opened the other and grinned.
“Fucking pervy asshole.”
Inside the box was a white lace corset, with garters and silky thigh-high stockings with a seam up the back that stopped at silk bows.
Looking towards the bedroom, I wondered just what the fuck he was up to. This shit was for a bride. Not some fucking formal dinner with the family.
Heading back into the bedroom, I picked up my phone and called him. He answered right away.
“Yes.”
“Is this a joke?”
“What?”
“The dress, shoes and lingerie?”
“You don’t like them?”
“I didn’t say that. It’s just a bit fancy for a dinner with the family.”
“Everyone is dressing up. If you need help, I can send Mrs. Alice up to help you.”
Growling, I seethed, “I don’t need help!”
Montana laughed. “Are you sure?”
“What is going on?”
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
“Tess. Do you need help?”
“No!” I shouted. “I need to get laid!”
Hanging up on him, I roared, throwing my phone across the room as it shattered into pieces. Flinging myself on the bed, I refused to wear that damn dress.
I didn’t know how long I laid there, but when I felt the bed move, I looked down to see Montana crawling over me.
Smiling, I licked my lips. “Yes.”
“You’re not dressed.”
