It was close to noon when Theodore asked Emily to choose an outfit for him again, saying he wanted to look nice.
“Takes me for his wife or something?” She muttered under her breath in annoyance.
“What was that?” He asked, a hint of humor in his words.
“I just wondered where you’re going,” she hurried to say, blushing despite her best efforts not to. She was such a bad liar!
“Hmm,” he was behind her before she could react, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe, “Liar.”
Her blush deepened and she felt molten heat at her core.
“But if you must know, I want to take you out on a date,” he went on, his breath fanning the back of her neck.
“Uh-hum,” she let out distractedly, her raging hormones getting the best of her for a moment, before it sank in, “What date? I didn’t agree to anything. Hell, you didn’t even ask me out!”
“I saw no real need to?” He asked rather than stated, almost sounding unsure of himself, as his body molded hers from behind. “Isn’t it glaringly obvious how much I want to worship and defile you?”
Her core throbbed and weeped at the arousing words, and at his proximity as well. “Theodore,” she said his name in a moan.
“Say my name again,” he groaned.
She shook her head negatively, stubbornly, not wanting to admit how much she wanted him. She wasn’t sure she affected him the same way he did her, but a girl could hope.
His hand sneaked around and fondled her breast gently. And Emily found herself moaning and leaning back into him.
“Are you denying me what’s mine?” He all but growled the words out.
She shook her head negatively as he carried on with his ministrations.
“I’m… I’m nobody’s,” she told him defiantly, in an attempt to get a rise out of him.
“Really now?” His tone was almost that of someone amusement.
And yet, she could feel the evidence of his desire for her probing at her behind.
She let out a noncommittal sound in response. He removed his hand and a whimper escaped her.
“Oh, dorogaya,” he drawled in a husky tone.
Then, he turned her to face him.
She couldn’t make out his expression. But he was handsome, magnificent, and hopefully hers for the taking.
He captured her lips with his. His tongue played around with hers. And it wasn’t long before he backed her against the wall.
He grabbed her thighs and made her wrap her legs around him. The position made her dress ride up to her thighs, revealing too much flesh for her to be comfortable.
“Theodore,” she exclaimed in panic, blushing profusely.
He was leaning in, ready to claim her mouth again, but she was much too self-conscious to allow it. She moved her head to the side and his lips landed on her cheek.
Instead of chastising her for that or anything of the sorts, he just kissed a fiery trail down her neck, and to the little bit of cleavage showing because of the dress.
His hard-on, which was now rubbing at her entrance, was definitely affecting her in ways that should be illegal.
“Theodore,” she said his name again, only this time around, her tone was panicky but husky.
Instead of saying anything, he claimed her lips again, and that was how she started rubbing their still very clad crotches together.
It wasn’t long before they broke apart for air. Theodore had the faintest smile on, and she was positive she was blushing deeply.
“We need to stop,” he told her softly. “Lest you’re ready to go all the way.”
The lusty fog cleared slightly, and she shook her head negatively.
“I’m not ready yet,” she confirmed his suspicions.
He nodded his understanding.
He gently placed her back on the floor.
Had she believed in the unnatural, she would have said their chemistry was out of this world.
“Choose something you want me to wear for the date,” he said with a smirk.
“Okay,” she nodded, her lips curving into a smile as she entered the dressing room.
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“Help,” Emily exclaimed as she left his room later on and met Cecilia. “I have a date this afternoon and I don’t know what to wear.”
“My advice?” The woman said with a sly smile, “Wear something sexy to drive him crazy.”
“I’m not ready for him to go crazy on me just yet,” Emily whisper-yelled, trying to be discreet – and failing miserably so.
“First things first, where is he taking you?” Cecilia then asked.
“I have no idea,” she told her in a dejected tone. “But the last time I wanted to eat pizza, we went to a restaurant outside of town for it. So, I’m guessing somewhere fancy… dress code and all.”
“This is a code red,” the woman giggled almost as if she was having fun. “I think it’s better that I help you out. I’ll go to your place with you if you don’t mind?”
“Of course I don’t mind,” Emily hurried to say, gratitude oozing out of her every pore.
“At what times is the date?”
“He didn’t say,” Emily let out timidly.
Cecilia face-palmed at that. “What do you know?”
“That we’re going on a date this evening?” She asked rather than stated.
She could be a scatter-brained girl. It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t ask about the where and the when. He hadn’t exactly made it easy on her to do so… what with all his teasing, nibbling, kissing, and fondling.
“Why are you blushing?” Her coworker asked in a teasing tone.
“Because I’m stupid,” Emily told her. It wasn’t a total lie too.
“Right,” Cecilia scoffed.
“By the way, thanks for sticking up for me,” Emily then thanked her.
“I only said the truth,” Cecilia waved it off as if it was nothing.
“Well, that truth proved to be very useful,” her friend told her softly.
“Glad I could help you snag that hunk,” she teased her with a wink and then got ready to resume her chores.