Park Avenue Player(61)
“I’ll need to amend my conditions, please.”
He arched a brow.
“I’ll need some new panties. I only have one or two pairs that aren’t lace.”
Hollis flashed a wicked grin. “That would be my pleasure.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Are we done?”
“No. I have one more condition.”
“Shoot.”
He looked me up and down. “Don’t wear this dress on any of our dates.”
I pouted. “You don’t like my dress?”
“Just the opposite. I fucking love it. If you wear it, I won’t be able to stop myself from ripping it off you and fucking you up against the wall at some point.”
I swallowed. Oooohhh. Up against the wall. That sounds really good.
Hollis growled. “I need a fourth condition.”
“What?”
“Don’t look like that around me.”
“Like what?”
“Like you really want me to fuck you up against the wall.”
My eyes softened.
Hollis pulled me against his chest and pressed a sweet kiss to my forehead. “Are we good?”
I nodded. “I think so.”
‘Then I better go.”
“Go? Why?”
“Because your ass is sitting on my dick, and I’m going to try to break rule number one in the next five minutes if I don’t, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. I liked that.
Hollis brushed his lips with mine. “Tomorrow night. Seven o’clock.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
“Get some sleep.”
I walked him to the door.
“Be careful driving.”
He’d made it a few steps out of my house when I called after him. “Hollis?”
He turned back.
I reached under my dress and slid my panties down my legs. Stepping out, I picked up the black lace thong and tossed it at him. “Sorry. You’ll have to deal with a little chafing tonight.”
He caught my thong and lifted it to his nose, taking a deep whiff. “Mmmm… Missed this.”
The sight of him smelling my underwear was so damn erotic. Apparently Hollis might not be the only one handling himself tonight.
Seeing my face, he winked. “I’ll pick you up some batteries when I get your new panties.”
Chapter 27
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Hollis
“Can I help you, sir?”
A clerk caught me in the act of rubbing a pair of silk panties along my cheek. Yeah. That isn’t fucked up. Seriously, what had my life come to?
I’d gone to a high-end lingerie store to make good on my promise. I hadn’t originally planned to use my face as a testing mechanism. I’d just gotten carried away, imagining Elodie in them.
“No, thank you.”
“Are you looking for something in particular?”
“Uh...soft panties, particularly thongs,” I said in a low voice.
She walked to the other corner of the room. I followed her, briefly looking over my shoulder.
The woman opened a drawer and took out a lavender silk thong before handing it to me. “This is definitely our softest material.”
Threading it through my fingers, I said, “I’ll take one in every color.”
She leaned in and whispered, “Are they for you?”
Caught off guard, I said, “For me?”
“Yeah. You know, some men actually like to wear them on the downlow.”
She thinks I’m a cross-dresser?
“No. They’re for my...” I hesitated.
What the hell was Elodie to me? She wasn’t my girlfriend, but she was more than a friend or a casual fuck.
“They’re for my nanny.” I laughed at the word I’d ultimately settled on. Well, it was the truth, I suppose.
“Your nanny?”
“Yes.” I laughed. “A gift.”
“Well, she’s a very lucky girl. I used to nanny for a couple on the Upper West Side. I certainly never got fancy underwear.”
She put together a rainbow pile of thongs and carried them over to the register. She wrapped them in tissue paper and stuffed them into a pink bag.
Looking down at my credit card, she said, “Well, Mr. LaCroix, I hope your nanny enjoys her soft panties.”
“Oh, we will.” I smiled.
***
That afternoon, after I returned from my impromptu Sunday lingerie jaunt, Hailey called me from her neighbor friend’s apartment. She was supposed to be spending the day with Kelsie and sleeping over. It was the first time I’d ever specifically asked her to check with a friend to see if she could spend the night. What can I say? I was desperate to be with Elodie.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Change of plans tonight. I can’t sleep over at Kelsie’s anymore.”
Shit. “Why not?”
“Kelsie’s aunt went into labor. They have to drive to New Jersey.”
Well, there goes my babysitting. I was supposed to pick Elodie up at seven. I’d made reservations at the restaurant she wanted to go to in the Mandarin Hotel and arranged for a carriage ride afterward. Hailey, of course, wasn’t supposed to know. Now what? I wasn’t going to be able to find a sitter on such short notice. I chuckled to myself. Maybe if you weren’t dating the damn sitter, Hollis, you wouldn’t have this problem. Anyway, I’d been looking forward to seeing Elodie all day. I didn’t want to have to wait till next weekend.