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“Oh god, you both need to leave!” Lilly wafted her arms, “Before you ruin that dress and get jiggy right here in my hallway!”
I closed my eyes in the same embarrassment I’d just felt and I allowed Kit to take me with him outside.
“Holy shit,” I breathed once I got there.
"You hired a limo.”
Nodding, he led me towards it and opened the door.
"Bob is driving, and Phil is in the front with him.”
“I’m surprised you’re allowing someone else to drive us.”
“Me too, don’t get me thinking about it for too long or you may end up in the front passenger seat beside me while I drive.”
I shook my head and got in, lifting the fabric on my dress to do so. Once we were inside the limo, Kit reached across me to find my seatbelt and my breath hitched in my throat as he got so close.
“Just strapping you in, Blondie," he winked before pecking my lips.
I repositioned myself and waited for him to sit back. I really couldn’t get over how good he looked in his tuxedo. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him dressed so smart, but this time I knew what was beneath and I wanted it so badly, seeing him dressed like that. I had to look away and mentally smack myself, I was a mixed mess of hormones along with need and I could feel the heat rising over my face. It didn’t help that Kit had found the slit in my dress and had his hand slid over my bare leg.
“I love this dress,” he spoke against my knuckles before kissing them and holding my hand in his. “Money well spent,” he added.
"Thank you," I smiled.
"You're welcome," he eyed me, teasing me further.
“Have you ever done this before? Like at prom or something?” I asked, trying to avert my mind.
He shook his head, “I didn’t really have a lot of time for school.”
I nodded slowly, knowing exactly what he’d probably been doing instead.
“You?”
“Yeah,” I remembered my Dad dropping me off.
“I didn’t go in a limo though, and I never had a date.”
“I find that seriously hard to believe.”
Smiling, I fiddled with fabric in my lap. “Proms are different here to how they are in America, I dunno about Australia but over here you only go to prom with a guy if you’re seeing him or if he’s your best friend.”
“You Brits are weird,” he commented and it made my eyebrows rise.
“YouAussiesare weird,” I threw back at him. It was the most immature thing I could have said.
“You’re not saying that when—”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Escort.”
“Huh, back to calling me that again are you, Blondie? I actually am your escort tonight and if you’re not careful I’ll escort your arse straight to a private room—make this a night to never forget.”
I gulped as he stared at me in the eyes and ran his fingers over my thigh. I had to stop his hand from going any further.
“Stop,” I said looking at his hand.
“Why? Your legs are sexy as fuck,” he purred.
