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I nodded, still flipping through the dresses. “So how do I do it? Make her trust me?”
Rosalie laughed again, clearly enjoying my struggle to understand her best friend. “You can’tmakeher do anything. It’s gonna take time. Do you think we started hanging out and after a week she felt comfortable enough to climb through my window to crash for the night? No, it was years. When she knew I wasn’t a snitch, when she knew I had her back, she trusted me a hundred percent. She doesn’t go halfway with anything. All or nothing. Be patient and don’t do anything to betray that trust because you’ll never get it back.” She pulled a long gown off the rack. “This one.”
It was a black floor-length gown. It looked like it would hug Eliza's body without being too tight with thin straps and a low back. It was elegant but simple. I said as much.
“She’ll like it. She can dress it up with her jewelry the way she wants, maybe she’ll finally get out of those boots for this.”
I bit my lip and nodded.
Rosalie raised her eyebrows. “Oh, so she told you.”
“Yeah,” I said, letting the soft silky fabric slip through my fingers. I got a hard-on just thinking about the possibility of taking it off of her.
Rosalie looked at me seriously. “She must trust you then.” She cleared her throat and adopted her lighthearted tone. “Besides, black is a classic color, and she likes red wine best. Maybe she’ll actually indulge when she realizes any splashes or spills won’t show up! Damn, I’ll need to borrow it. This is cute.”
Rosalie tried it on. They were the same size in everything and when Rosalie declared it the perfect length; I bought it and drove Rosalie home.
“Are you sure you can get her to take it?” I asked.
Rosalie bit her lip. “Honestly, no. But I think she likes you enough to want to impress you. And black isn’t my color. She knows that so I’ll make it seem like she’s doing me the favor. This was really sweet of you.”
I let out a long breath. “Thanks again.”
“I’ll let you know how it all goes!” Rosalie cheered as she slipped out of my truck and into her apartment building.
Iwas able to take Eliza to dinner twice in the week leading up to the auction. I was also able to make her orgasm around my fingers four more times. My lips knew her body well now and I couldn’t wait to continue my slow exploration of this woman.
I was going stir crazy at home. My parents had put the pressure on and I opted to go for appeasement and agreed to stay home through the break. I’m sure my roommate was happy to have the apartment to himself.
I couldn’t wait to have her hand in mine, walking around the pompous event with her.
“Are you sure you don’t want to ride with us?” my dad asked.
“I’m positive. I’m gonna pick up Eliza and meet you there.”
“Why though?” my mom asked, emerging from her room. She looked stunning, as usual, wearing a deep maroon gown and perfect hair. “We can swing by and pick her up on our way!”
“It’s all good. I want to give her some time to prepare for what’s coming. I think she is nervous about chatting with you two.” I wanted them to be on their best behavior. I also wanted the forty-minute drive to the coastal event center because I was jealous. I wanted her to myself. I wanted to be the one to calm her down and make her ready, more than anything, I wanted a getaway car.
She’d gotten ready at Rosalie’s since her car was in the shop and she'd been staying there while her grandparents were on a bender. She was waiting by the street, wringing her hands. My heart stopped. That dress clung to her like she had stepped out of a pool of ink and her wavy hair was pulled into a low twisted bun, a few loose curls framing her face. She was stunning.
“You’re gorgeous,” I said, not bothering to hide my roaming eyes.
“Thank you. Rosalie had it buried in her closet and said I could borrow it, even have it if I wanted. She doesn’t normally wear black…”
The dress did wonders for her cleavage, and her skin was smooth and silky and all I wanted to do was run my lips over every inch of her exposed flesh. I led her to my truck; she brought her backpack and set it in the backseat. It was then that I noticed her shoes. Simple, black heels.
“No boots?” I tried hard to keep the excitement from my voice.
Good lord, this woman blushed from her exposed chest to neck to cheeks to the root of her hair. “Figured since I trusted you with the reason behind wearing them I could trust you when I’m not wearing them.”
I kissed her, long and hard before pulling out to the street and taking the winding road to the coastal casino where the grand ballroom was probably already filled with fine art, wine, champagne, and snobs.
The closer we got to the coast, the more she fidgeted in her seat. “Eliza?” I asked. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” She said it way too damn fast.
“Don’t lie to me.”
