71. Cassandra Walker
“Ugh, hurry up, I have to pee so bad,” I complained as I limped next to Theo on our way toward the front doors of the Antoinette.
“Why don’t you go now? It’s like a twenty-minute drive home, and we still need to call an Uber.”
I glanced up at her with a scowl.
“My feet hurt too much. I don’t want to hobble all the way over there in these shoes.”
“Yeah, I can tell your feet hurt. You’ve been limping all night.”
“Ugh I know. I should have broken these in first. I know better than to just wear a fresh pair to an event right out of the box, but they’re just so perfect for this outfit, and I didn’t really have time.”
Theo frowned at me and abruptly stopped walking.
“They really hurt that bad?” she asked, and I nodded, pouting slightly.
I was probably going to have nasty blisters all over my damn feet by the time we got home.
Ugh.
“Here, trade with me,” Theo said, stepping out of her Gucci loafers and bracing her hands on my shoulders to steady me as I teetered before her.
My lips parted in surprise, and I glanced down at her now bare feet, completely shocked that she would offer to do such a thing.
Did she even know how to walk in heels?
What the fuck was happening right now?
“Come on, princess. Put these on and go to the bathroom. I’ll call us an Uber while I wait.”
“Uhm. Okay…” I murmured, still feeling totally floored that this was actually happening.
Damn.
Being with a woman was the fucking best.
A man could never.
Bracing myself on Theo’s shoulders, I gingerly stepped out of my designer torture devices, and I sighed in relief as I slipped my aching feet into Theo’s much more comfortable loafers.
She smiled at me, looking pleased.
“There. Feel better?” she hummed, and I nodded, curling my toes happily in her shoes.
Then I watched–completely enthralled–as she slipped on my nude Christian Louboutin’s.
With shocking ease and grace, she stood before me in my four-inch heels, looking like a gender fluid model ready to strut down a runway.
I swallowed, feeling a little taken aback by how hot I thought she was in feminine footwear, and a tendril of heat curled low in my gut.
We were both relatively tall. Last I checked, I was 5’7” without heels, but Theo was definitely pushing six feet. With the red bottoms, she towered over me, and another wave of heat rushed through me as she curled a finger under my chin and leaned down to brush a tender kiss across my lips.
“Let’s go home, princess. I want to make you come all over my face before we go to bed.”
My cheeks flushed at Theo’s sly grin, and my abdomen pooled with heat. I was so distracted by the visual of how good she would look between my thighs that I almost missed the fact that she’d called the condo home.
It was the first time she’d ever done that, and suddenly, the lust I was feeling washed away, only to be replaced by an even stronger feeling.
A feeling I was starting to become more familiar with.
A feeling I was pretty sure was love.
She wanted to go home.
She wanted to go to our home…
Fuck…
I nodded dumbly, and she tilted her head toward the bathroom that was stationed near the main hall of the venue.
“Go to the bathroom. I’ll order us a car.”
I nodded, grinning like the love-sick fool I was.
“Ok. I’ll be back in five.”
“Take your time.” She smiled at me, and I hurried away, already excited to get back so I could watch her strut her sexy ass out the doors in my shoes.