Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
VIVIENNE
Carter was still sitting there, waiting for me, when I got back.
“Ta-da!” I said, and did a little twirl, right there in the doorway.
His eyes widened, then went half-lidded.
“Fuck, Vivienne,” he breathed. “You look fucking amazing.”
“Do you really think so?” I put one hand on my hip and tossed my hair.
“Fuck, yes.” His warm brown eyes were moving up and down my body, lingering on my legs, my hips, and most of all, my breasts.
I shifted again, feeling them jiggle as the soft fabric rubbed my nipples. I liked the way he was looking at me—like he wanted to eat me up. I’d had men stare at me before, but never like this. Carter was always critical and the men in town always whispered to each other, things like,
“Yeah, she’s a nice piece of ass but what an Ice Queen.”
“Bet Carter has to tie her down to breed her. That kind won’t part her legs unless you force her.”
And things like that.
But no one—until Kor had come along—had looked at me with such open admiration and desire in his eyes. The expression on his face made me feel beautiful and desirable and free.
I twirled again.
“So you like it?”
“I fucking love it,” he said hoarsely. “God damn, Vivienne—I thought you were gorgeous before but this…” He made a gesture with one hand. “You’re a knock-out.”
I blushed with pleasure—I had never had so many compliments before, and I found that I liked hearing them—liked it a lot.
“Should I try on something else?” I asked.
“Sure—absolutely.” He nodded. “Let’s keep this fashion show rolling.”
“Okay.”
I went to the boxes on the counter and found another sundress I’d ordered—this one even shorter. I took it in the bathroom and tried it on. The hem on this one fell to mid-thigh, showing even more of my legs.
The top had straps this time, with a scooped, sweetheart neckline. I suppose I could have put my bra back on…but I didn’t want to. I was enjoying the way the cool, silky fabric rubbed against my bare nipples.
Or maybe you just like the way it feels when Kor looks at you, whispered a little voice in my head.
I pushed it away and smoothed down the yellow fabric, which looked wonderful with my dark hair. Then I left the bathroom and went back to continue the “fashion show.”
Kor’s eyes went wide again when he saw me in the shorter dress.
“God damn, you’re killing me over here, Vivienne,” he said hoarsely, and I saw that there was a definite bulge in the crotch of his trousers.
“You like it?” I threw back my shoulders and lifted my chin. I was feeling bolder by the moment and it was a heady experience.
“I love it,” he asserted. “You ought to dress like that all the time—it really suits you.”
“Maybe I will.” I took a step towards him, getting into his space.
He was sitting on one of the barstool chairs with his long legs spread and I stepped up until I was almost between his knees.
“Feel the fabric,” I invited him. And taking one of his big hands, I placed it on my thigh, right at the hem of the dress.
“Fuck,” he breathed, and I could feel the warmth of his hand as he stroked tentatively over my thigh.
“It’s silky, right?” I said, rather breathlessly.
He nodded.
“So silky…”
“I thought you’d like it.” I smiled at him tentatively. “And of course it’s not wrong for you to touch it—to touch me—since the dress is between us. Right?”
“Right. I mean, absolutely.” He nodded and let his hand slide up to cup one of my hips. “I mean, I’m just feeling the fabric.”
“Exactly.”
I could feel my breath coming short as my heart pounded harder and harder. Somewhere inside a little voice was screaming that I had to stop—that this was wrong.
But I didn’t want to stop, damn it! No man had ever looked at me the way Kor was—I didn’t want it to end.
“I…I think I have one or two more to try on,” I said, looking in his eyes. “Do you want to see them?”
“Yes, of course.” His deep voice sounded slightly ragged. “Keep going—try them all on.”
“Okay.”
I stepped away from him reluctantly and went back to the boxes on the counter. I reached in and pulled out what I thought would be another sundress…only to be surprised by a garment I hadn’t ordered at all.
“Oh my—what’s this?” I asked aloud as I opened the bundle of fabric and saw a collection of skinny strings and small patches.
“Looks like a bikini,” Kor said hoarsely. “A small bikini.”
“I didn’t order this,” I protested, still turning it over in my hands.
He was right—it was pretty small—probably not even my size.
There was a tag attached to it, with some printing on the back.
I flipped it over and read aloud, “We appreciate your business. Please enjoy this complimentary swimsuit from our new Sensual-swim line.”
“Wow—they gave you a freebie,” Kor remarked. “Nice. Now you have something to wear when we go swimming tonight—the pool should be ready by then.”
“Oh, I don’t think I could wear something like this,” I protested, feeling my face get hot with a blush.
“Why not?” His eyes were still heavy-lidded as he looked me up and down. “You certainly have the body for it.”
“You really think so?” I asked uncertainly.
He shrugged.
“Only one way to find out for sure—try it on.”
I nibbled my lower lip. Should I really go this far? The bikini was so small it would fit in one hand if I balled it up and the white fabric looked really thin. I would be practically bare if I put it on.
Which was exactly why I wanted to wear it.
“All right,” I said at last. “Stay here—I’ll be right back.”
“Hey, I’m your captive audience.” He held up both hands. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good.” I nodded and hurried back to the bathroom, the tiny bikini clutched in my hands.
But when I got back to the bathroom, I nearly lost my nerve.
I had to take off my panties, of course, and the bikini was so small it barely covered me.
The little white triangles at the top were wide enough to cover my nipples and part of my breasts, but the generous under-curves and the side curves and of course, my cleavage, were all bare.
That was nothing compared to the bottom, though. The little white triangle was just barely big enough to cover my mound—I was glad I kept my curls neatly trimmed or they would have escaped from the sides and top. As for the back—it was nothing but a string that ran up the back of my behind.
“It’s a thong,” I murmured, looking down at myself in scandalized awe. I had seen such things on the Internet, but never dreamed I would wear anything like it myself. I felt half naked and as I looked in the mirror and I had to admit I looked half naked, too.
The white fabric was thin—really thin. You could almost see the dark circles of my areolas and nipples through it. And down below, the fabric dimpled inward, outlining the slit of my pussy.
I bit my lip and hastily rearranged it, smoothing the tiny bottom triangle and then looking at myself from all angles. I was too curvy to be considered conventionally beautiful, but that didn’t seem to bother Kor at all. In fact, he seemed to really like my body.
Maybe I should have taken off the bikini and put back on the boring black dress I’d worn to town.
In fact, I know I should have. But the feeling of him looking at me and liking what he saw was too addictive—I wanted more.
After years of being told I was ugly and undesirable, feeling pretty and hot was exactly what I craved.
Ignoring the warning signs that were flashing in my brain, I went back to the kitchen, wearing only the tiny white bikini.