in the box, so she thought of some way to get
her out of the room.
“Now
I remember. I ordered some new law books
and they’ve finally arrived.”
“Really?
The box felt so light when I carried it in. A private courier delivered it.”
“Yeah,
card says this is them.”
“Guess
there’s nothing really exciting to see then,” she said and walked away.
Jenna
got up, grimacing again as she did so, and walked to the door and closed it.
She
was curious what Brady had picked for her. Yesterday she hadn’t worn her
fanciest of undies because she hadn’t expected or planned for her to do the
wild thing with her client.
Jenna
tore the paper off the box and opened it. There sat three pairs of black lace
panties together with fishnet stockings and a red garter belt. She’d never worn
stockings or a garter belt before. She fingered them, and then lifted them up
and held them to her body.
They
looked like they were going to be the perfect fit. He had a good eye for sizes.
Guess he’d taken a good look at her body. It had all happened so quickly that she
couldn’t believe he’d had chance to.
So
he wanted her to wear them and accompany him to the party? She was going anyway,
so she supposed it wouldn’t hurt. She could hardly tell herself not to mix
business with pleasure after what had happened the night before. With pleasure
being the key word.
Jenna
glanced at the desk. She sat and fingered the undies as she picked up her phone
and dialed his number.
Two
rings and then…
“Brady
Walsh speaking.”
“Hi
B, it’s J.”
He
laughed. “I take it you received my token of apology for ripping those panties
of yours.”
“These
are quite beautiful,” she said, fingering them again.
“Glad
you like them.”
“And yes, you can be my escort for the party.”
“Great.
How about I come by and pick you up around six thirty? You’ll have to tell me
where you live.”
“It’s
598 Butterfield Lane.”
“I
should be able to find that. And will you be wearing your gift?”
“I
haven’t decided yet.”
“I’m not the sort of man who likes to be disappointed.”
“No,
but the weather forecast says cold and snow Saturday night.”
“I’ve
got ways to keep you warm.”
“I’m
sure you do.”
He
laughed again. “I have to go because I have another meeting in Missoula, but
I’ll see you Saturday night.”
Jenna
put the phone down, wondering what he did in Missoula to go there so often.
Chapter Five
Brady’s
thighs still ached. Abby had given him quite the workout. She had an energy
he’d never seen in a shifter before. He knew she was hinting to be his date for
Ash and Chloe’s upcoming wedding. She had, after all, been his guest at Liam
and Lucy’s, but he was keeping his options open. He looked at the invitation
that sat on his desk at his home. He’d sent an RSVP for two. He’d like to ask
Jenna, but she might get the wrong idea. Might get it into her head, as all
females did, that they were dating. Brady hadn’t done that for a long time. Not
since he’d gotten his heart broken, trampled on, and destroyed. And after six
months of feeling sorry for himself, he’d decided it hadn’t been such a bad
thing to happen. In his misery and
inability to sleep, he’d worked harder, and been more focused than ever before.
He’d been more successful, too, and yes, earned himself a fortune in the
process.
Seeing
the numbers on his bank account increase daily had made him realize having a
woman in his life had actually held him back. Since then, he’d never really
dated again. He had sex often, because what shifter could go without that?
However, he’d always made it clear to whoever he fucked that it was a pleasure-only
pursuit. If he ever felt they were starting to get the gooey feeling of romance
or even broody when their mating cycle grew closer, he said goodbye to them.
Brady
brushed his hair back. Jenna’s place was about a thirty minute drive, so he had
to get a move
Peter Matthiessen, 1937- Hugo van Lawick