Free Taming Her Past - Protecting Her Future: BBW Erotic Romance (Hearts of Heroes Book 2) by Rayne O'Gara Page B

I ask where we were going?
    If I knew then this wouldn’t be so damned difficult! Do I need classy restaurant dress or seductive cocktail dress? Casual or flirty? Heavy or light? Then the shoes! Oh no…I can’t go there yet.
    A nervous look to my clock shows only one hour before he shows up and he is definitely the punctual kind of guy.
    “AH!” I scream in frustration and throw my hands up into the air before letting them fall back down to my sides.
    You know what? I’m just going to put on something red for seductive, black pants for casual, and go classy with my make-up and hair then wait and see how he dressed for the shoe selection. Ha! I win.
    Grabbing up three different pairs of shoes, I arrange them on the floor by my bed for easy grab access and start dressing. Smoothing the red lace and silk camisole over my stomach, I sigh at the cool feel of it. I think I might have a silk fetish. I laugh at the wayward thought. Sure I like silk, but enough to constitute as a fetish? Surely not. Looking at all my scattered clothes surrounding me I snort and shake my head. Yeah, it’s a fetish…an addiction. I roll my eyes and pull on my black dress slacks. My hands skim over my fabric covered hips and thighs, smoothing any wayward wrinkles away before heading into my bathroom.
    A brush through, twist, and some bobby pins have my hair up in a simple but elegant French twist. I leave my bangs down but swoop them across my forehead to rest over my right eyebrow. I go with soft smoky eye look with just a hint of matching red eye shadow on my lid crease to give it an extra flare. A smear of lip gloss finishes me off.
    Back in front of my mirror in my bedroom I scrutinize my reflection. I lift my naked arms up and drop them to my sides. My brow lifts at me from reflected me. This won’t do. What if he wants to take a walk, or the place he takes me to is chilly? Shivering is not attractive. I need something…but what?
    Oh! I know!
    Hanger after hanger grate across the pole in my closet as I look for my add-on in a frantic gesture.
    Where is the blasted thing!?
    “Yes!” I yell out in victory. On the second to last hanger in the very back of my closet is my prize. I quickly slide my arms through the long sleeves of my black half shirt cover up. I flick my eyes to my bedside clock as I tie the loose ends into a knot under my bust line and let them fall over my rounded tummy. Almost out of time. So I take one last, I hope, look into my mirror for a looking good confirmation.
    Damn but this makes my boobs look huge!
    A smile creeps across my face.
    Awesomeness.
    My heart starts a double beat when I hear knocking at my door. I gulp in a huge lungful of air before slowly releasing it. I try to stop the shaking of my hands as I walk down my hallway. Why am I so nervous? It’s not like a blind date. Can this even be considered a first date if we have already slept together? Jesus! We’ve known each other for years, stop this foolishness.
    I reach out to open the door and notice my somewhat of a pep talk didn’t work. Hands still shaking, I pull the door toward me revealing Luc’s masculine frame to my greedy eyes. His smirk flows into a full smile showing off his white even teeth and his eyes travel down my body. His slow perusal leaves me to do my own up and down to him.
    He cuts a nice form in his gray dress pants and black button down dress shirt. I’ve noticed he likes to wear a lot of that color but it’s okay because black likes him right back. Done with my lustful looks, I notice his gaze stuck to one particular spot on my body.
    So I clear my throat wanting his attention back up to my face and off my breasts. “Like what you see?” I ask playfully.
    His molten eyes lock onto mine when he answers with a very serious, “Yes.” All playfulness leaves me. My body responds to the heat in his voice and I am on fire. He steps forward but stops in my doorway, leaving only half a foot between my craving body and his.
    “We