Page 112 of He Should Be Mine

I start to breathe a little easier. I think my heart is safe with him.

I swallow again. “You know, filming this porno could be fun. It’s just going to be me and you.”

Dario nods slowly. Thoughtfully. As if his imagination has already fired up and he is seeing all the possibilities. But I’m pretty confident that my imagination is far filthier.

“Let’s do it out here on the sofa,” I say.

He nods again, quickly this time. I hope he doesn’t realize that the bed makes me think of Rick. I want to pretend that this is for Dario, and only Dario.

“Great!” I beam. “Give me two ticks to get ready, and I’ll be right with you, Duckling.”

I turn and hurry towards my bedroom. I can feel Dario’s eyes on me, all the way to my door. My skin is tingling from the attention. My cock is already responding to it. This is going to be hot. So frigging hot the building is going to burn down.

I step into my room and then burst into action. I’ve never gotten ready so fast in my life. Shower. Prep. Towel dry. Slather my body in a lotion that leaves a faint glimmering shimmer.

Now it is time to get dressed. I throw my best lingerie sets onto my bed. With one hand on my hip, and the other tapping against my pursed lips. I ponder.

I think I’ll go for a classic look. Black lacy bralette. Black silk panties. Black suspenders.

But do I go with fishnet stockings or smooth silk?

Silk, I think. Paired with bright red heels. My nails are red at the moment, so that’s going to work fabulously.

I dress quickly and then check my reflection in the full-length mirror on the inside of the door of the built-in closet.

Yeah, that will do nicely.

Thank goodness for yoga. Otherwise, all this lying around in this apartment would have been a disaster for my figure.

Now, what should I do with my hair? I haven’t dyed the tips for ages. The pink has faded and is barely visible. I’m pretty much just blond now.

I twirl a lock around my finger. It has grown though. About an inch.

Oh! It might be long enough for a high ponytail now. That’s a good look. It screams,I’m ready to blow you, as well as being an inviting handle to grab a hold of.

I scoop my hair back and up with my fingers and quickly tie it with a no-nonsense black hair tie.

My reflection peers back at me. My eyes look larger like this. My freckles more noticeable.

I frown. Damn freckles. Any concealer thick enough or dark enough to hide them, just looks wrong in other ways. Freckles are the bane of my life, I swear. Though some men like the innocent, country boy effect.

Does Dario? Will Dario like this look on me? Or will he think I look too young with my hair up?

I bite my bottom lip. The boy in the mirror stares at me with worried eyes. He looks a little lost and a whole lot out of his depth. I don’t blame him. This love thing is an entirely new world.

I put my hands on my hips and give myself a lecture. Dario likesme.Not only my body. It is fine. I’m not going to turn him off.

Taking a deep breath, I throw some supplies into a bag and stride out of my room with my head held high.

My heels clack on the hallway floor. The sound reverberates. Spoiling my surprise.

I step into the living area. Dario is sitting on the sofa. His eyes grow enormous as he takes in the sight of me. Color heightens his cheekbones. My stomach swoops.

Behind Dario, the large windows are letting in the bright summer sun. It feels flipping strange to be doing sexy stuff in the afternoon. But I’ll live.

I sway over to Dario, giving him my best catwalk strut. His eyes darken and his lips part.

Yeah. He likes this look. Everything is going to be just fine.