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Alex lifted his watch from the patio floor to check the time. It was almost four, and they'd relaxed in the sun alone together for the last time.
"I made dinner reservations," he said, reaching over to her chair to take her hand. "Feel like letting me take you out?"
"Sure," she replied, though she felt mixed emotions. It was their last day together before he'd be busy with work again, and she'd hoped they'd spend the whole day playing naked. Instead they'd barely touched; only a few brushes here and there, or an application of sunscreen. She was a little disappointed that they'd be going out instead of staying in to play, but mostly she was disappointed that this week had come to an end. Everything would change now, and she wasn't ready for it.
"Why don't you go shower and get ready," Alex suggested. "We'll leave here at five thirty."
Penelope agreed and left the patio. Alex followed so he could clean up and dress. He wasn't too thrilled about a few hours of her in real clothing, but he figured he'd been a real jerk not taking her out somewhere nice this entire week. And he had an evening planned. And the evening started the moment she'd enter her room.
He'd ordered something for her the day after their shopping trip, and when mixing a drink, he'd taken the box up to her room and laid it on her bed.
When Penelope entered her room, a lilac box sat on the foot of her bed, wrapped in a white bow. She smiled in confusion as she walked over it and saw it had a folded white card. Lifting the top, there was a note.
Saw you look at this when we were out. It was wasted on a mannequin, so it had to be yours. Hope you like it.
Alex
Penelope untied the bow and lifted the lid. White tissue was held together with a gold embossed sticker, a name she didn't recognize scrawled in black. The tissue ripped as she pulled the sides away.
Inside was the pink and black polka-dot lingerie she'd seen in the shop downtown. Her jaw dropped as her fingers trailed across the satin, the softest fabric she'd ever felt. The cups had an underwire, and she pulled the tag from the back to look at the size. 32B. Exactly what she wore.
She left it there to take a shower, and couldn't stop thinking about it while she cleaned. She'd never owned anything that could be considered sexy, and the word didn't scratch the surface of how she felt about the lingerie. Once dried off, she walked naked into her bedroom and pulled out the panties.
They fit perfectly, so soft and smooth against her skin. She turned in the mirror to admire how the thin fabric enhanced the curve of her ass. The panties alone made her feel luxurious. She was hastier with the bra, and once she had the back clasped, she found it fit her like a glove. The tops were more squared than curved, and the wire pushed her breasts up high on her chest, making them look the size of baseballs.
She walked back over to the box and found more pieces, then remembered the mannequin. Black sheer thigh highs with lace at the tops, along with the suspenders. She undid the eyehooks and wrapped the suspenders around her hips, then worked the sheers up her legs. They attached to buttons on the elastic that hung down.
Penelope returned to the mirror. She looked like a pinup model straight out of a Vargas watercolor, only even sexier. She turned this way and that, looking over all angles. Finally she went to the closet, feeling it was a shame to cover up the luxurious lingerie.
Once in a black cocktail dress she'd bought from the first store they'd entered, she slipped into black pumps, knowing they must look wrong. They hadn't been shoe shopping, and these were from her graduation and the nicest shoes she owned, but she still hoped no one would be looking at her feet.
She met Alex downstairs in the foyer. He wore a black jacket and white shirt, black slacks; no tie. He looked like he'd stepped off the cover of a GQ magazine, and when he met her eyes, he grinned.
Penelope looked stunning. The dress hugged her, then flared slightly at the hips, sashaying with each step. Her hair was half up in a twist with curls cascading down over her shoulders. She put the
Real Housewives
of the neighborhood to shame, even though she seemed unsure of herself. In his eyes, that made her better than the whole lot of them.
Ben was waiting by the town car and held his breath when he saw Penelope step out of the house. Tonight had been the first time he'd been called all week, as Reuben had told him Alex was on vacation and wouldn't need his services. He watched Alex escort her to the car with jealousy. She was the same beauty, only more magnificent now.
Yes, he'd definitely have to try and get her in the sack. He couldn't wait until he'd be driving her to school every day in a few weeks. He'd be alone with her, free to hit on her without his boss—her godfather—giving him the evil eye for it.
They pulled up at the restaurant and walked up an honest to god red carpet to the door. The valets in uniform smiled at Penelope and bowed their heads, and for the first time, Penelope felt like she fit in here. She wasn't just the little naïve girl from her tiny town anymore. She was a part of this life.
Dinner was like a dance. There were no prices, the menu straight forward. The restaurant offered three different five-course meals with wine pairings for each dish. Four people waited on them alone. One carrying wine, another carrying the dish. The second Penelope would put her fork down, a waiter would silently appear and sweep her plate away while another wiped the tablecloth free of crumbs or spills with a metal slate, while another had the next dish at the ready.
