Dani took all my hair, curled loosely, and after twisting a few pieces at my temple, pinned one side back so all it hangs over my right shoulder.
My makeup is light, except for the light smoky effect that Maddi had created around my eyes. The normally dull brown color looks more like melted chocolate with the outline of black.
I look good. No, I look damn good. Just standing in front of the mirror in Nate’s room has helped to ease a little of my tension about tonight because of the confidence my appearance brings forth.
“Fuck me,” a deep voice moans, breaking through my thoughts.
I turn, my red lips smiling as Nate stands in the doorway breathing heavily.
“Well, hello to you too,” I joke.
“How long is the show again?”
“A few hours. Why?”
“I just need to know how long I’m going to have to wait before I can peel that skirt over your ass and bend you over. Fuck, Ember. I’m going to be tenting my pants all night.”
I laugh, walking over to him, and his eyes zero in on my heels.
“Those will stay on. All night. I have plans for those.” He adjusts his crotch, moving the very noticeable erection around with a groan before holding his hand up to stop my movements. “Don’t get near me. If you do, we’ll never get out of here. Be a good girl and go wait for me downstairs while I get dressed.”
He shifts, jumping away from the doorway when I take another step, making me throw back my head with a laugh as I walk out of the bedroom and down to let Bam outside to take care of his business before we leave for the night.
Thirty minutes later, he comes downstairs and gives me a narrowed eye look full of accusations.
“What?” I ask, tossing the magazine I had been thumbing through down on the couch next to me.
“What, she says,” he grumbles. “Acting like you didn’t plan this with your tempting body on display for me.” He points at his crotch, and I can just see the outline of his hard cock still tenting the fabric.
My giggles bubble out and he puts his hands on his hips, the fabric of his black dress shirt pulling tight on the muscles in his arm. I lick my lips as my eyes travel back to the black slacks hiding—or rather, not hiding—his erection.
“Not helping, Ember,” he says through clenched teeth.
I hold up my hands and have to stifle the bubble of laughter that is threatening to burst out. “I didn’t plan anything. Promise. This is all thanks to Sway.” I point at my dress.
“Sway did this?”
I nod.
“Hmm. Remind me to send him a thank-you note then,” he mutters under his breath.
“Just a second ago, you were ready to spank me for having the nerve to wear this dress! Now, you’re talking about sending thank-you notes?”
“Oh, I’m still spanking your ass, but I’m going to make sure and thank him for giving me a whole new list of fantasies when it comes to how I want to fuck you.”
My jaw drops. “I think that’s an inappropriate thank-you note, Nate.”
“You’re right. I should send him an edible arrangement and mention how he’s should enjoy eating something delicious as fuck for giving me my own mouthwatering treat.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“I’m horny! You have no idea what that dress is doing to me. In fact, after I fuck you in it tonight, I might have the damn thing bronzed.”
Speechless, I just shake my head and turn to gather my clutch and phone, smiling to myself when he makes a noise low in his throat.
Maybe I’ll send Sway a thank-you note of my own.
“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” my mom praises and gives me a big hug.