I still wasn’t sure how I’d gotten dragged to another photo shoot. I’d told Eli no. Hadn’t I? I was pretty sure I’d said no. Maybe.
It was all Lane’s fault.
He’d been the one to bring Eli to lunch, so this had to be all his fault. I still wasn’t sure why Eli had wanted to come in the first place. Normally, all Lane and I talked about was business stuff. The plan had been to talk about the possible marketing options for when I took my freelance accounting business to the next level by quitting my corporate accounting job, but that had to be put on hold with Eli there.
Lane said Eli was crazy smart, but sharing things about my business felt wrong. I wasn’t ready. I was also a bit nuts and didn’t want him to realize that. Talking about it always made me feel a bit insecure, and as shy as I was normally, I tried not to add anything else that made me look insane.
As I watched the chaos unfold in front of me, I tried to figure out how I’d gotten dragged back to Leashes and Lace, but I still wasn’t sure.
I knew I’d told Eli no.
All the lingerie was too tempting and fascinating, and then there was the biggest problem…what if Preston showed up?
I wasn’t completely sure where things stood, and I didn’t know how to figure that out. If he called or took me out to lunch, it was related to the business. However, he’d been emailing me things lately. They were always just random videos and memes. Silly things.
The fact that he’d asked for my personal email address so he could send them made it harder to figure out what was going on. Personal email address meant…something…but what? Were we friends like Lane and I? Had it been his way of hinting he wanted something more?
“You bored?” Lane’s hand resting on my shoulder had me jumping two feet out of the chair.
When I could catch my breath, I shook my head. “No. I’m good.”
Lane cracked a smile but didn’t tease much. “Just a bit jumpy?”
“Maybe.” I took another breath and glanced around, hoping no one had seen my reaction. The last thing I wanted was for it to get back to Preston that I was weird. Not that I thought people would even notice me or talk about me to Preston, but—
Lane’s low laughter had me focusing back on him. “Um, sorry?”
He crouched down beside the chair, his billowing nightgown pooling around him. It wouldn’t have been so distracting if he weren’t completely naked under it. Friends shouldn’t see other friends’ junk, right?
“Is anything specific bothering you?” He cocked his head, and I could see questions flying across his face. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s…interesting.” And fascinating and crazy and overwhelming and I wanted a pair of the panties Eli was wearing, but the words would never come out of my mouth.
“Good.” Lane leaned over and gave me a quick hug before standing up, the outline of his cock framed by the soft fabric.
Maybe I wanted the nightgown too.