Free Fiancee for Hire by Tawna Fenske Page A

“Think?”
    “About the dress.”
    Mac swallowed hard and gripped the doorframe, afraid he might fall over from dizziness. “You’re not wearing a dress.”
    “And you’re not wearing a shirt. Our powers of observation are outstanding.” She grinned. “I’m trying to choose a dress for tomorrow night. The meeting with Zapata?” She gestured to the garments lining the closet. “You told me I could pick something in here. I hope it’s okay if I try on a few things.”
    Mac nodded, still not completely sure he’d heard her right. Did those even count as panties? They were mostly just string and lace, and unless he was seeing things, she was waxed bare beneath them. Her breasts strained against the thin fabric of the bra, and Mac felt his mouth go dry as he looked at her.
    “You’re staring.”
    “You’re naked.”
    “I’m in my underwear. This is more clothing than most women wear to the beach, and besides, we’re engaged. Remember?”
    Mac was having a hard time remembering his name at the moment. He blinked and tried to force himself to concentrate.
    “Dresses. Yes, absolutely.” Mac swallowed, frozen in place, his eyes flicking to the rows of designer gowns he’d had delivered in her size. He felt light-headed. Maybe it was the sight of all that women’s clothing lined up in his closet, or maybe it was the sight of all that woman. He gripped the doorframe harder as she took a few steps toward him, a faint smile on her lips.
    “What do you think?” she asked again. She held up two garments—dresses, he thought, made of something shimmery and expensive, though he couldn’t have named the colors or styles if someone tortured him.
    Mac swallowed. “I think they’re stunning.”
    “Mac?”
    “Mmm-hmm?”
    She tucked one finger under his chin and lifted to raise the direction of his gaze.
    “About the dresses. What do you think about the dresses, not my tits.”
    Mac tore his eyes from them and cocked his head. “To be fair, the tits are in my closet. It only seems appropriate I should admire them.”
    Kelli laughed, but made no move to cover up. “Well we are engaged,” she said. “And we are having dinner tomorrow with your business associate. You should get to help pick the dress. Do you think chartreuse or aubergine?”
    “I have no idea what you just said.” He looked at the dresses for the first time, noticing she’d picked out something green and one in a dark purple. “I don’t think that bra matches either dress.”
    “Well, they are strapless dresses,” Kelli pointed out, holding them up for his inspection.
    Mac nodded, and Kelli thrust them into his hands, forcing them to close around the hangers instead of around those gorgeous breasts cupped in satin and lace. He remembered what they’d felt like in his hands when he’d teased her in the car, and he ached to touch them again.
    “I think the only way to try on these dresses is for me to remove my bra,” Kelli said. “Care to help me?”
    Mac swallowed hard, thinking this was probably a very bad idea. Why was that again?
    It was one thing to tease her when he was in charge of the situation, but Kelli was calling the shots now. The lack of control unsettled him.
    It also excited him.
    She turned, baring her back and the flimsy clasp of the bra so enticingly close, Mac could almost touch her. Then he was touching her, dropping the dresses in a puddle at his feet as he reached for the bra clasp. He flicked it open and pushed aside the lacy straps, his palms sliding around to cup her as his thumbs slid over her nipples. She was so warm, so sweet, so unbelievably soft—
    “Oh, no you don’t,” Kelli scolded, stepping away and turning to face him. She angled her arm so it covered her breasts, but just barely. “We’re choosing dresses, remember?”
    “Right. Dresses.” Mac nodded and Kelli gave him a smile. There was something different about it. Something not even remotely angelic. He wondered how he hadn’t seen it