23. DELE
Chapter 23
DELE
“Are you up for a dinner date night with me?” he asks. I smile.
“Yes, are we dressing up for this date?” I keenly ask. He nods. “Yes! I have a dress I’ve been dying to wear.” I’m already rising. “What time are we going out?” I ask.
“In two hours.” He answers as my eyes widen.
“I better go and start getting ready.”
“You don’t need that much time.”
“Of course I do,” I answer with a duh look as I race to the room to get the dress and hang it in the bathroom. I start to use my cream on my skin, covering my legs. I piled my hair up and styled it the way Amaka did for the wedding. I apply makeup using her style and hacks. Once that’s done, I quickly paint my fingernails. It looks horrible. As it dries, I apply the oil perfume. I take off my bra and panties, then slip on the thong. Then the dress. Dresses like this make me happy to be a B-cup. I tuck my breasts into the hold and my hands into the sheer sleeves. The inner tuck gives my boobs a lift. The dress enhances my slim waist, hips, and ass. I add strappy nude sandals with freshly painted red toenails, put on the teardrop earrings and bracelet—my favorite pieces—and my wedding ring. I open the door.
Luke is already dressed in a black suit. Guess Mr. Handsome doesn’t need all the time I do.
I smile at him. He looks debonair. His eyes move in slow motion from my face to my toes, a sensual perusal that makes me want to jump him. My nipples are hardened, and I’m wet. God help me, this man will be my downfall.
I step out, and he paces in front of me without saying a word. Did I disappoint him with my dress?
Oh, no! He doesn’t like it.
“If you don’t like it, I can change. I have a pantsuit,” I blurt out.
“I love how beautiful you look. The thing is, I’m territorial, and I get the feeling other men will look at my wife—that’s what I don’t like. So, can we agree that you stay by my side all evening?”
“Yes, I can manage that without issues.” I smile.
“Good.” He comes closer and pulls me into a hug, then kisses my cheek. “Please tell me you are wearing a bra.” I shake my head; he arches a brow. “Panty?” he questions with a hopeful look.
“Thong,” I say, and he exhales.
“Stay right by my side all evening.” I nod.
He takes my hand, and we head out, our hands interlaced. We get on the elevator. As soon as we step into the lobby, we get a few stares as we head toward our waiting car. Luke takes my hand and pulls me closer to him.
The limo is waiting when we get out. He helps me in and is quiet on the drive.