My heart jumps as I read it. The way he left earlier had me worried, it was so sudden.
Rather than wait, I call him almost immediately after I got the text, he answers on the second ring.
“Hey.”
“Hi. Is everything alright? You left pretty quickly.”
“Yeah, everything’s fine, nothing for you to worry about. You okay?”
“Yeah, I thought I’d just call you now and tell you that I’d love to come for dinner.”
“Great. I’ll pick you up at six thirty from Gwen’s? My parents don’t live in the city so it’s about an hour drive.”
“My shift ends at five, so that’s perfect.”
“I’ll see you then, Oh, pack an overnight bag, we’re spending the night there.”
“Okay, I’ll see you then. Goodnight.”
I put my phone down and roll back over as sleep drags me back in.
∞∞∞
“These are cute!” Gwen skips over to a rack of skimpy underwear in an array of different colours. She picks up a red lace thong. “How about this?”
I snagged the early shift at work as Shannon called in sick, meaning I finished early. I happened to mention to Gwen about shopping for new underwear, partly for myself but mainly for Kyle and she insisted she come along to help. I’ve never been in the situation where I’ve had to consider what underwear to wear, it’s not like anyone was going to see them, only now there was. The truth is, I want to look good for Kyle, I want to make him happy and surprise him.
I cringe. “Absolutely not!”
“Why not? It's perfect and super-hot, Kyle will love them.”
“That’s not underwear, that’s dental floss. I mean look at it, it’s barely there, and they want…” I snatch them out of her hands and turn over the price tag. My eyes bulge and I almost choke. “…thirty dollars! Are they for real?”
“Well, when it comes to sex…”
I roll my eyes. “Let’s move on.”
She huffs.
I put the piece of string that is meant to pass for a thong back where she found it and pull her along with me.
We move on to another store, and pick out a few new outfits, I find a new dress, that I plan to wear for dinner with Kyle’s parents on Saturday. We shop for shoes and accessories before heading for the lingerie section. My fingers trail over the delicate lace and silks that hang on the racks.
“Hey, think I might get myself one of these.” I look over at her where she waves a bright pink, vibrator with ripples that run down the entire length over her head. I shake my head, breaking into a laugh.
My fingers land on a pair of black lace panties with silk panels down the center and a strip of lace around the waistband. “What about this?”
Gwen joins me, peering over my shoulder. “They’re cute, I guess, prefer the red ones from the other store though.”
“Kyle’s favourite colour is black.”
“Then they’re perfect!”
I grab a pair of the black ones my size and find some other pairs that I like, along with bras to match. I thought Gwen was joking when she said she was going to buy the vibrator, turns out she was dead serious.
We walk up the counter to pay, I go first. When Gwen comes to pay for her items, the lady looks at us with a slight grin on her face. She’s slim and looks to be in her early-forties, short brown hair, with thick round glasses. She looks more like someone who would work in a library rather than the lingerie department of a store. My cheeks flame red, they feel like they are on fire. The lady on the desk passes Gwen her bag and her receipt.
“Enjoy your day,” she says, politely.
“Oh, I intend to, thoroughly,” Gwen replies, shaking the bag containing her vibrator, giving the lady a mischievous grin and a wink to go with it.
The lady’s face falters slightly, a small embarrassed smile works its way across her mouth, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.
I fight to hold back my laughter as we walk out of the store. “I can’t believe you just did that,” I snicker.
“I should have bought her one, did you see her, looks like she needs to loosen up a little herself. She works in a lingerie shop for crying out loud, she needs to stop being such a prude” she laughs.
Chapter 25
Hayley
“Stop stressing. You look beautiful,” Kyle reassures as I adjust my dress nervously as we make our way up to the front door of Kyle’s parents' house.
The term 'house' is an understatement, it’s more like a mansion. It’s situated in one of the most prestigious areas on Staten Island overlooking the ocean. The driveway is wide and open, lined with hedges with a huge tall water fountain made of stone in the middle. It’s two stories high with two-tone brickwork.
“I’m just nervous, I’ve never done the whole 'meet the parents’ thing.”
He stops and turns, encasing me in his arms, placing a tender kiss to my forehead. “They're going to love you. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Okay.” I take a deep breath and offer an anxious smile. I bring him in for another kiss, placing a hand on his cheek, a light dusting of stubble covers his face. “I really like this,” I say, running my thumb over the short, sharp stubble.
He chuckles and leans in close to my ear. “You’re going to like it even more when my head is between your legs tonight,” he whispers. The mental image sends jolts of desire straight to my core. “Come on.” He takes my hand and we head into the house.
Once we are inside, my mouth falls agape. The huge open hallway is decorated in a pale grey, the living room on my left, and a huge winding spiral staircase off to the right. Kyle places our bags down next to the small sideboard
