Page 35 of Babydaddy To Go

“Okay,” I tell him breathily. “I’ll try it on, but I’m telling you, it’s not going to fit.”

I snatch the dress from his hands and disappear into what I’m assuming is the bathroom. I had to get away from his sensual touch before things went too far. We have an opening to get to, after all, and it would be mortifying to say we’re late because we couldn’t get our hands off each other!

The bathroom is the size of my entire apartment. There’s a huge tub in here, as well as a walk-in shower. How clean does one guy need to get?

I drop my pants in front of the full-length mirror on the wall. After the way Nate was just touching me, I wish he were the one stripping me down.

As soon as I’m naked, I unzip the dress and step into it. I’m expecting it to catch on my hips, but it slides up my body easily. I can’t zip it myself, but I can tell it’ll close.

Well, what do you know? Nate was right, it does fit.

My reflection hardly looks like me. The tight-fitting dress falls just above my knees and makes my legs look a foot longer than they are. I wish I had a nice pair of heels to wear! Maybe Nate will let me stop by my apartment to grab the only pair I brought. They’ll match the dress well enough.

The steep neckline shows more than I normally would. I take off my bra so it doesn’t show, and I’m surprised that the fabric keeps the girls at attention. I need to figure out what this dress is made of and buy reams of it. I’d never wear a bra again!

After thoroughly checking myself out, I walk back into the bedroom. Nate has changed into a dark suit, similar to the one I saw him in the other night.

I turn my back him. “Can you help me out?”

He closes the distance between us in two long steps. Nate takes the zipper and slowly slides it up to its resting place between my shoulder blades.

Nate flips me around so fast I nearly fall over. Without a word, his lips are on mine.

The kiss is more passionate and aggressive than even the hallway kisses this morning. I pant into his mouth and claw at his shoulders. His hands stay firmly pressed against my hips.

“You look gorgeous,” he says before dipping his tongue between my lips. I moan at the deep kiss.

I want more. So much more. Screw the opening, we can stay here and enjoy the giant bed in this giant room. Everything about Nate is big: his career, his house, his…

Suddenly, Nate pulls away. “If we don’t get going, we’ll be late, and my publicist will kill me.”

He kisses me one last time then puts some much needed space between us. I wish we could skip the restaurant, but I get why Nate needs to be here. It ishisrestaurant, after all.

“I have one more thing for you,” he says, reaching under the bed. Again, I’m struck by how extravagant this room is. I knew Nate was successful, but this is next-level. He really is killing it as a chef.

Nate hands me a shoe box. Of course, the guy thought of everything! Inside is a sleek pair of gold heels that match the dress perfectly, and they’re exactly my size!

“How did you know what size shoe I wear? Are you really that good at guessing?”

“I wish, but no. I might have sneaked a peek at your shoes while we were in your apartment that first night, just in case.”

I should be mad at him for snooping, but the dress and shoes are too gorgeous to complain. I slip into the heels with a hand on Nate’s shoulder for balance.

With one last look in the mirror, I realize we look damn good together. I can’t admire us more, because Nate takes my hand and drags me out the door.

I’m surprised when we end up in a twelve car garage packed with sports cars and antique vehicles my grandfather would kill to take out for a drive.

“Your driver isn’t taking us?”

“I thought it would be fun to go on our own tonight,” he says. He grabs a set of keys from the hook on the wall and opens the door to a red Porsche.

Once inside, Nate starts up the engine. I’m not much of a car girl, but I can tell this thing has power. “You ready?” he asks.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I answer.

With a hand on my thigh, teasingly creeping between my legs, Nate drives us to the restaurant. I’m excited to see what a real opening looks like, but even more excited to find out what Nate has in store when the night is over and we can finally try out his bed.

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