Lies That Bind (on hold temporarily)

Chapter Forty One

JAMES

"Come on, baby, we're going to be late," I say as I pinch the bridge of my nose.

From the other side of her bedroom door I hear her scoff. "Well if you told me where we were going maybe I could get dressed in a timely manner."

"I already told you, what you wore to work was fine."

"Fine?" she hisses just before the door whips open.

I've never seen her this worked up.

It's actually pretty fucking cute to see her stressing so much about something like this. I never thought Sara would be the kind of girl who freaks out and gets nervous about a date.

She's effortlessly gorgeous. And there's not a single thing that she should be nervous about, least of all what she wears.

"James, I cannot look fine! This is the first time l've been on a date in years. Fine is reserved for holidays with in-laws, work conferences and jury duty. Fine is not okay for our first real date."

My brows pinch. "We've been on plenty of dates, Sara."

"Yes, but none while I was officially your girlfriend. Those other times were just fuck buddy dates."

God, I still can't get over the sound of that.

Girlfriend. She's my girlfriend. It's been a little over a month since she came back from her trip to New York for Mr. Mason's funeral and we made it official but it's still so surreal to me.

Smirking, I grab her bare hip. "Fuck buddy dates?"

The cutest, least intimidating snarl contorts her features. "Would you like me to be ready before 10 PM? If yes, please stop asking me questions." She gives me her back and fixes her gaze on the rack of dresses in her closet.

"Sara."

"What?" she snaps.

Coming up behind her I let my hands curl around her waist, holding her small frame to my chest. "You're gorgeous." I kiss her neck and feel her melt into me. "You could wear a burlap sack to dinner and you'd still be the most beautiful one there. I don't care what you wear. I care that you're there with me," I say, tilting her chin up and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

She moans into the kiss and I slip my tongue into her mouth before she pulls away. "But—"

"Wear the blue one," I cut in. She chews on her lip, turning back to the slew of dresses. "It hits that spot on your thighs that drives me insane." My fingers graze the bare skin of her leg where the dress hits when she wears it. "Plus, there's the perfect amount of cleavage to make everyone want you."

"You want them to want me?" she asks, a crease forming between her perfectly sculpted brows.

I nod. "Yes. They can drool all they want, but you're fucking mine, Sara. Mine. You hear me?"

She pulls her plump bottom lip between her teeth and her cheeks pinken. "Great, now I have to change my panties."

"Or you could ditch them entirely," I croon as my fingers dip into the lace.

"I could, huh?" She presses her ass against my thickening cock. "Are you planning to do naughty things to me at dinner?"

"You won't find out if we never leave, will you?"

Sara sighs, leaning into my chest. "I'm being crazy."

I can't help but chuckle. "Yes, my love. You are."