Page 19 of Lie with Me
“You know, if I was into that stuff,” he tacks on before hereleases me so I can open the boxes. I feel a little guilty and a little giddy. He really doesn’t need to buy me anything. I know he’s wealthy, and he never let me pay for a thing when we were together in Hawaii, but still, it’s a pride thing I guess. I tear open the first box and find a mound of tissue paper stuffed inside. After rummaging through it all, I pull out a black cape coat with gray fur lining.
“Is this real?” I run my hand over the softest fuzz I have ever felt.
“It is but don’t tell. We don’t want to piss PETA off.” He winks.
“I can’t accept this.” I push the coat toward him.
“You can, and you will.” He grabs my wrists. “Come on, Tara. Let me spoil you.”
“I don’t need to be spoiled,” I argue.
“Every woman needs to be spoiled,” he contests. “And I have never wanted to spoil anyone until you.”
I freeze. Actually, we both do, together realizing the depth of his statement.
“Please,” he implores, pulling me closer. “Let’s not get caught up in rights and wrongs and propers and impropers. Let’s just let it be what it is.”
“A fantasy,” I answer him.
CJ nods.
I can do that. Because that’s really all this weekend is. A fantasy.
Two people pretending.
Pretending they can be together.
Pretending they aren’t ages apart or have oceans between them. I lean forward and kiss him, letting go of all of my reservations. He wants this and so do I.
I continue on to the second box; again, a sea of tissue paper conceals the contents. I pull out a cream sweater dress very similar to the one I wore last night, except this one is way nicer and much softer.
“Is this cashmere?” I almost rub the material all over myface, but I refrain only because I don’t want to get makeup on it.
“I believe so.” CJ rubs a piece of the sleeve between his fingers.
“I could come.” I moan, reveling in the softness.
“I would advise against it. You may ruin the material,” he jokes. “Besides, that is reserved solely for me.” He stands behind me and pulls the last box directly in front of me. It’s rectangular and much larger than the other two. I pull off the top to reveal a pair of cognac leather boots with a red sole. Holy shit, they’re Christian Louboutin’s.
“These are my favorite.” CJ removes one, and I run my hand over the buttery leather.
“I guess my outfit made an impression.” I turn my head and look at him through the corner of my eye.
“It sure as hell did.” He leans in closer and lowers his voice to an indulgent rumble. “And I plan to fuck you in these the same way I fucked you in the other ones.”
I actually clench my thighs as the lust in his tone vibrates straight to my core.
“Anytime, anywhere, any way,” I reiterate.
“I would say right fucking now,” he growls, “but I really want to take you out.” I can feel his struggle pressing into my backside. “So I’m going to walk out of here before I bend you over and ruin all our plans.”
“Would that be so bad?” I tempt him.
He groans. “Yes. Get changed.” With a swat on my butt, he leaves the bedroom. As soon as he’s gone, I jog in place like a giddy teenager. I just got spoiled big time, and even though I won’t admit it out loud, I love it.
I change quickly, slipping into the dress, and then touch up my makeup, making it a bit more dramatic for an evening look. When I emerge from the bathroom, I find CJ has changed into a dark red dress shirt and black blazer. It’s such a stark difference to his wardrobe in Hawaii, which consisted mostly of Hawaiian shirts and khaki shorts. I can’t decide which version I like better.
He doesn’t waste a second putting his hands all over me,caressing the soft material hugging my curves. “Fuck, you look hot.”
