Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“I’m generally not. But I’m not opposed to stepping out of my comfort zone.”
“Make sure you remember that later.” He winked.
I rolled my eyes and laughed.
As we browsed the women’s dress section, Brayden pulled a hanger off the rack. “What about this one?”
It was the color of Pepto Bismol, lace on the top with a frilly skirt.
“That might be a little much, don’t you think?”
“I bet you’d look gorgeous in it.”
“There really aren’t a ton of pink dresses.” I took it from him. “I’ll try this one on.”
I went to the dressing room while he waited outside. After I slipped on the frock, I realized why Brayden might have selected it. It had a steep neckline. But it was otherwise pretty perfect. It was fitted at the waist with the skirt flaring out in a whimsical way I knew Ashlyn would be pleased with.
After changing back into my clothes, I took the dress out with me. “I think we have a winner.”
He sulked. “I was expecting you to come out and show me, you know.”
“You’ll get to see it tonight.”
“Oh, I forgot. You have a date with a boy, don’t you?” He chuckled. “We should go back to the hotel and get changed. I made us a reservation.”
“Whereabouts?”
“It’s a surprise, but you’ll be good to go in that dress.”
“We can’t leave yet, though. I told her I would buy glass slippers, too.”
“Say what?”
“Shoes that look clear, like Cinderella’s.”
“Ah…” He scratched his chin. “That’s going to be a tougher challenge.”
After we found the shoe department, I perused the selection as fast as I could.
There were no shoes at all that looked clear.
“I think I’m out of luck,” I announced as I found Brayden in the clearance section. He had a box tucked under his arm.
He opened it. “What about these?”
Inside were a pair of marabou heels with pink fur covering the toe bed. They were made of clear plastic, though. And my size! Bingo. “I think these are the best I’m gonna get. Thanks for finding them.”
He laughed. “I can’t tell if they’re sexy or something you’d find at the Bunny Ranch in Vegas.”
“I’m thinking the latter.”
***
Brayden had texted to say he was ready whenever I was, and I’d opted to meet him down in the lobby.
My marabou heels clicked against the marble floor as I approached.
Brayden looked fantastic in a fitted, collared shirt and black pants. His hands were in his pockets as he leaned against a pillar near the entryway. When he noticed me, he rushed over.
“Damn. You always look hot, but tonight?” He shook his head slowly. “Incredible. Talk about pretty in pink.”
“That movie was before your time,” I teased.
“I’ve seen it, wiseass.”
I held out my phone. “Would you mind taking a photo of me? Before I start to look worn as the night goes on.”
“Anything in particular you’re planning to do to let your hair down and get all…worn?”
“Let me guess, you have some ideas?” I laughed.
“I didn’t say that. You did.” He held up the phone. “Say cheese.”
I flashed a huge smile as he took a few photos and handed the phone back to me.
“Ready?” He held out his hand.
“Where are we going?” I asked, putting my hand in his.
“I booked us a dinner reservation at a local winery. We’ll taste a selection of their offerings.”
“Sounds great. You just did that today?”
“No, I called them a few days ago, since I’ve heard they get booked up, even on weeknights.”
“So you were sure I was going to come out early?”
“I was pretty confident.”
“That you are, Mr. Foster.”
Brayden ordered a car that brought us to the Seneca Falls Winery.
When we arrived, a waitress led us to a beautifully decorated, candlelit table.
“Have you been wine tasting before?” he asked.
“Would you believe I haven’t?”
“Nice.” He pulled out a chair for me. “You’ll love it.”
“Thank you. I’m a little concerned about my inhibitions around you, though.” I laughed.
“You don’t trust yourself?”
Basically.
The waitress brought out sample after sample. I normally didn’t mix red and white wines, but when in Rome…
Brayden and I also ordered two ribeye steaks. Indeed, my inhibitions were dwindling by the minute.
“You know what sucks?” he said.
I knocked back the last of my cabernet. “What?”
“Getting you tipsy was the dumbest freaking idea ever, because now I know I won’t be able to touch you.”
Well, that’s a bit disappointing. “Why not?”
“Because I’d never know if you were only playing along because you’re drunk.”
I rubbed my leg along his under the table. “Well, since you won’t be trying anything, I suppose it’s safe for me to admit that you look good enough to eat tonight, Brayden, and it’s a damn shame you won’t be trying anything because I very much would’ve played along.”
His eyes rolled back as he muttered, “Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you?”
“I think I have a tiny inkling.”