32
Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.
Dr. Seuss
Bailey:
Before I have a chance to prepare, it’s the Saturday of the party.
The apartment is quiet. Since it’s Saturday, Piper’s still at work. She muttered something unflattering about Lawless and Lamb this morning as I was heading out the door, and I’m going to take it to mean that the partnership is going as well as can be expected. Well, as well as it can when you place three extremely passionate and stubborn people in a room.
I’m vacillating between a black floor-length dress and a black knee-length dress when the doorbell rings. I open it to find a young man holding a garment bag. “Ms. Moore?” he asks me politely. “I have a delivery for you.”
“I’m not expecting anything,” I say stupidly, then my brain makes the connection between the formal event tonight and the garment bag. Billionaires at work again. Since yelling at the delivery guy is rather pointless, I sign for the parcel and offer him a tip. He declines politely — it’s been taken care of, Ms. Moore, but thank you, - then leaves. I’m left holding a surprisingly heavy garment bag.
My phone rings as I walk toward my bedroom. I glance at the display. Sebastian. “Did I not tell you two to stop buying me things?” I ask him crossly, not bothering to say hello first.
“You did,” he laughs. “We didn’t promise to listen. Bailey, have you opened the bag yet?”
“No, the guy just dropped it off.”
Daniel’s voice cuts in. Sebastian must have me on speaker phone. “You want to play a game tonight, baby?”
Heat runs through me at that question. “A game?” My voice is breathy. I sound like I’ve just run a marathon.
“Open the bag,” Sebastian orders.
My breathing catches as the sight of the rich violet colored fabric that comes into view, and I reverently pull the dress out. It’s a deep purple silk gown. It’s possibly the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. There are shoes to match, and a purple lace bra, but no panties. My lips curl into a grin. “No underwear?” I tease them. “Surely that’s a bit cliché?”
“Clichés are popular for a reason,” Daniel says, his voice rich with amusement. “Your lack of underwear will be addressed in a moment. Do you see a black pouch among the stuff?”
I root around the mess on my bed until I find the bag Daniel’s referring to. “I just did,” I tell them. “I’m almost afraid to see what’s in it.”
“Don’t be boring, Bailey,” Sebastian scolds. “Open it.”
I unzip the bag, and I have to laugh. I’d been mentally bracing myself for jewelry, the expensive kind, the kind I didn’t want, because I’m much more comfortable wearing the pieces I buy for myself when traveling the world. But the bag opens to reveal something far more interesting. A pair of black silk panties, except the crotch has been replaced by a string of pearl-like beads.
My breath catches at the idea of the beads slipping between the folds of my pussy, pressed up against my clitoris, caressing me and shifting in me with each move I make… “You shouldn’t have,” I giggle into the phone, my voice high with arousal. “A girl can get used to this.”
Daniel chuckles. “That’s why I like you, Bailey. No false coyness from you. Now, both Sebastian and I are quite happy to volunteer to help you into the panties, if you’d like.”
I roll my eyes. “Daniel, it’s a pair of panties. I can manage.”
“Ah, she breaks my heart with her refusal,” he replies, laughing.
“Are you going to be good and wear the dress, Bailey?” Sebastian growls. I notice he doesn’t say anything about wearing the sex toy panties. He’s correctly assuming that I have no objection to them.
“What’s wrong with my clothes?”
“How many black dresses were you trying to decide between?”
“Two, damn it,” I admit, chagrined at how well they already seem to know me. “Fine, I’ll wear your dress.” I realize how ungracious I sound, and I wince. “It’s a very lovely dress,” I say, my voice softening in apology. “Thank you. It was very kind of both of you.”