figure. Then again, they suited her lifestyle. Those…things…hanging up in the room were not her and it was about time she made her choices clear to Jack and Suzie both. She turned and opened the door, stepping out and running smack into Jack’s chest.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said, pushing her backward and shutting the door behind him. “I thought you might try to make an escape. I’m here to see you don’t.”
“You’re not supposed to be in here!” she hissed.
He waved a hand toward the door and shrugged. “Oh, Suzie doesn’t care. She knows if she sells at least one of those dresses she’s going to make a bundle. Now try them on.”
“I will not.” Especially with him standing in the room with her. He hadn’t seen her naked in five years. Well, longer than that considering they hadn’t had much sex at the end and when they had it had typically been in the dark. No way was she going to let him see what her body looked like now.
“If you don’t take your clothes off, I’m going to do it for you.”
His threat sent her mind careening into visuals she had no business visualizing. Like Jack peeling layer by layer of clothing from her body, touching his hot mouth to every spot he revealed. The room temperature increased by ten degrees and she broke out into a sweat. She could call his bluff, but the determined expression on his face told her he wasn’t kidding about undressing her. “Get out, Jack. I’ll try the damn outfits on, but not with you standing in here.”
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He tilted his head to the side, then nodded. “I’ll be right outside the door. Just holler when you have one on and I’ll come take a look.”
Great. Just what she needed. Why was she even allowing herself to be pulled, prodded, and forced in a direction she didn’t want to go, anyway?
She knew the reason. Because deep down…really deep down…she wanted this. Maybe it was a challenge to see if she could somehow squeeze her body into one, just one of these gorgeous dresses. She hadn’t worn anything pretty in years and it was about damn time she made some changes.
If only she had the body to match the dresses, she could really show Jack what he’d given up when he left.
She wanted to hurt him. The realization hit like an icy chill on a wintry day. She wanted him to feel the same pain she’d felt when he left, to realize that maybe what he’d left hadn’t been so bad after all, that maybe, just maybe, he should have worked a little harder to stay.
Get over yourself, Kate. He left for a damn good reason and you know it. Quit trying to make it something it isn’t .
With a heavy sigh she struggled out of her jeans and sweater, then removed her underwear, refusing to even glance in the direction of the full-length mirror while she slipped into decadent underthings. Lord, it was amazing they fit her. She chose the dress she liked best. A black, slinky, clingy short cocktail dress that hugged every one of her curves. What the hell, it was good for a laugh before she took it off, right?
Smoothing the matching black hose against her legs, she slipped into the heels and braced herself for disappointment when she turned around.
“You still in there?” she heard Jack say through the door. She froze and stared at the door. “Yeah.”
“I’m coming in.”
“Wait!” But before she could reach out to lock the door, he’d opened it. 28
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“Holy shit, Kate,” he whispered, his gaze traveling from her eyes down to her feet. He was being kind. Okay, he scored points for that. “Thanks. Gimme a minute and I’ll slip another of these dresses on.”
“What the hell for? You got me hard in a second just looking at you in that thing. Jesus Christ, Katie!”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Give me a break, Jack. I look like a sausage.”
“Have you looked in the mirror yet?”
“No.” And she planned to slip off this dress and put on another without once turning around to stare at herself in
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said, pushing her backward and shutting the door behind him. “I thought you might try to make an escape. I’m here to see you don’t.”
“You’re not supposed to be in here!” she hissed.
He waved a hand toward the door and shrugged. “Oh, Suzie doesn’t care. She knows if she sells at least one of those dresses she’s going to make a bundle. Now try them on.”
“I will not.” Especially with him standing in the room with her. He hadn’t seen her naked in five years. Well, longer than that considering they hadn’t had much sex at the end and when they had it had typically been in the dark. No way was she going to let him see what her body looked like now.
“If you don’t take your clothes off, I’m going to do it for you.”
His threat sent her mind careening into visuals she had no business visualizing. Like Jack peeling layer by layer of clothing from her body, touching his hot mouth to every spot he revealed. The room temperature increased by ten degrees and she broke out into a sweat. She could call his bluff, but the determined expression on his face told her he wasn’t kidding about undressing her. “Get out, Jack. I’ll try the damn outfits on, but not with you standing in here.”
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Jaci Burton
He tilted his head to the side, then nodded. “I’ll be right outside the door. Just holler when you have one on and I’ll come take a look.”
Great. Just what she needed. Why was she even allowing herself to be pulled, prodded, and forced in a direction she didn’t want to go, anyway?
She knew the reason. Because deep down…really deep down…she wanted this. Maybe it was a challenge to see if she could somehow squeeze her body into one, just one of these gorgeous dresses. She hadn’t worn anything pretty in years and it was about damn time she made some changes.
If only she had the body to match the dresses, she could really show Jack what he’d given up when he left.
She wanted to hurt him. The realization hit like an icy chill on a wintry day. She wanted him to feel the same pain she’d felt when he left, to realize that maybe what he’d left hadn’t been so bad after all, that maybe, just maybe, he should have worked a little harder to stay.
Get over yourself, Kate. He left for a damn good reason and you know it. Quit trying to make it something it isn’t .
With a heavy sigh she struggled out of her jeans and sweater, then removed her underwear, refusing to even glance in the direction of the full-length mirror while she slipped into decadent underthings. Lord, it was amazing they fit her. She chose the dress she liked best. A black, slinky, clingy short cocktail dress that hugged every one of her curves. What the hell, it was good for a laugh before she took it off, right?
Smoothing the matching black hose against her legs, she slipped into the heels and braced herself for disappointment when she turned around.
“You still in there?” she heard Jack say through the door. She froze and stared at the door. “Yeah.”
“I’m coming in.”
“Wait!” But before she could reach out to lock the door, he’d opened it. 28
Dream On
“Holy shit, Kate,” he whispered, his gaze traveling from her eyes down to her feet. He was being kind. Okay, he scored points for that. “Thanks. Gimme a minute and I’ll slip another of these dresses on.”
“What the hell for? You got me hard in a second just looking at you in that thing. Jesus Christ, Katie!”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Give me a break, Jack. I look like a sausage.”
“Have you looked in the mirror yet?”
“No.” And she planned to slip off this dress and put on another without once turning around to stare at herself in
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