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Who was Ford’s former lover.
Victoria said they’re both bisexual. Ford showed me his bi-side in spades last night.
Sitting in my bedroom with Velcro rollers in my hair and sliding on lace-trimmed, thigh-high stockings, I hear a knock on my door.
“Come in.” I’m pushing my robe down to cover my thighs when Ford catches my hands and stares at my legs.
“Need any help?” His deep voice rattles inside me.
“Getting dressed?”
“Or undressed.” One eyebrow dips at me.
“It’s Ash’s turn tonight.” I ignore the growl deep in Ford’s chest. “Plus, I can manage. My dress for tonight has a side zipper.”
And fits perfectly.
Victoria may not do plus-size all the time, but she tailored this dress so well for me.
I found the new panels she sewed in. It’s like she used the app I gave her and completely reconstructed this dress. Based on the quality of the fabric and New York labor costs, this gown probably should have sold for twelve hundred dollars.
I’m wearing it for free.
A velvet case sits on the dresser with a necklace on loan from a top jeweler. It came with a note from the dashing Dr. Ives:
I want you to shine the brightest tonight. Here’s a little help. Can’t wait to see you.
Ash
“Did you rob a jewelry store?” Ford asks, fingering the floral-shaped garnet stones that make up the necklace.
The colors are the perfect complement to the burgundy dress.
“No.” I stand in front of the mirror and begin removing the Velcro rollers from my hair. “No jewel heists for me. Even though I live with a lawyer who could get me off.”
“This lawyer sure wants to get you off again,” he mutters under his breath, but I hear it.
Ford struts up behind me and helps me remove the rollers, gently smoothing each wave that tumbles down my back. The feel of his hands on me shoots fire through my veins.
“That feels really nice,” I say with a smile after oureyes meet in the mirror.
I’m tempted to back into him to see if he’s hard. But that will lead to more sex.
Then again, if he’s hard, it could be from his anticipation of seeing Ashton.
“It does feel nice,” he says softly and removes the last roller sitting on top of my forehead.
A silky wave flops in front of my eyes. We both go to move it and our hands collide.
The jolt of electricity up my arm makes me drop the roller.
Ford bends down to pick it up, and when he hands it to me, our eyes lock. Heat pools between my legs with a force that weakens my knees.
For a second, I think he’s going to kiss me again, but the apartment doorbell buzzes.
Ford whips out his phone, a wrinkle forming above his nose. The camera installed outside his door shows up on an app.
“Yourdateis here.” His voice takes a deep dive and knocks me sideways.
