When I'm With You

“Of course, Sway does, darlin’. Would you expect any less?”

“I suppose not.” She giggles.

“What are you wearing?” He gasps and continues to look at Dani.

“Uh … clothes?”

“Those,” he puffs, “are not clothes and should be thrown out immediately. What have I told you about hiding that luscious body?”

“I know, I know, but give it a rest today. I was in a rush, and Owen spilled his breakfast on me, so I just threw something on. I’m going home to change when I finish her hair.”

“You had better be,” he fusses.

“And you,” he says to me with a smile. “I have the best dress ever for you. Tight and black, but covers everything from shoulders to knees. I even have a gold shawl if you decide that bare arms aren’t what you want. Finish that up with some gold heels that are just marvelous. I knew you wouldn’t want something too flashy, even if flashy is my middle name, even though you should show off that body too. I’ll let it pass tonight because you should flatter your art and not overshadow it with your beauty. So hurry up so Sway can get you all beautified for tonight.”

I don’t get a chance to talk because his face lights up and he starts bouncing in his spot.

“Oh! And now, tell me all about the hunky prince who owns this house. I always knew with parents as striking as Axel and Izzy that boy would be a jaw dropper. Even as a baby he was just the most handsome thing in the world, I tell you. Just the sweetest face, like his mama. But it was his daddy and those brawny, mouthwatering muscles that I knew would win out with his only son. That jaw, my lord. And his hair. I’ve been itching to get my hands on him for way too long, oh yes, I have. Tell Sway everything, if you know what I mean.” He finishes with a dreamy sigh and drops into the seat in front of me, pushing Maddi out of the way. “I bet he is a dream in bed!”

“Oh my God, Sway! I’m going to puke!” Dani whines, making a gagging noise.

“Something is wrong with you,” Maddi snaps and nudges him out of the way with her hip.

Sway continues to wag his brows at me, and I have to fight to keep my giggles in. I just give him a wink and hope that’s enough to keep him quiet while Dani and Maddi finish my hair and makeup.

AFTER BEING FUSSED OVER, BUFFED, and stuffed, the girls—and Sway—deemed me ‘perfect’ and left shortly after to get ready themselves. I still have another three hours before the gallery doors open, but I hope Nate gets back soon so I can get over there. The anxious anticipation for tonight hit a fever pitch when I took my first look in the mirror after getting dressed.

Sway wasn’t wrong about the dress. It’s perfect, understated, and classy.

It’s also skintight, and because of that, I had to forgo any undergarments. Every step I take on the tall heels has me fighting the urge to look and see if my big boobs are swaying around. Sway assured me that it was designed to ‘hug the girls tightly,’ and even if I decided to jump up and down, they would stay put. Now, I just need to make sure Nate doesn’t make my nipples hard, and I should be good to go.

The black fabric has a high neck, covering me as promised from my collarbone to the end of the pencil skirt at my knees. My arms are bare, which is perfect to keep me cool if I start to get the nervous sweats. My hips are outlined in a way that I look like the perfect model for an hourglass figure. That is until I turn to the side and you can’t help but notice my butt. I’ve always thought it was one of my worst features, having more than a handful, but seeing how it’s accented, I know it’s probably one of my best. Lord knows, Nate can’t keep his hands off it. Not quite a Kardashian butt, but close.