Happy Thursday, or should I say happy Tristan Thursday? It’s time for another excerpt from Crash Into Me, which is coming in just 13 days! I’m getting so excited–I can’t wait for everyone to meet Tristan and Nina and begin their story!
Today’s excerpt is from what my friends call the famous “dressing room scene.” There’s something very hot about a man seducing a woman over the phone as people shop just feet away. So without further ado, here’s a little more of Crash Into Me.
Two women walked toward me as I stood in the dress I’d been wearing for far too long, and I so wished I’d changed clothes before going shopping. Feeling self conscious, I avoided meeting their gazes, instead looking out the window at the activity on the sidewalk.
“You must be Nina,” the blonder one announced. “Mr. Stone told us to expect you. We have everything picked out and if you follow me, I’ll take you to a dressing room.”
I did as she asked and found myself in a dressing room almost as big as my entire apartment. A dozen different dresses, outfits, and business suits hung around the room. I looked at the price tag on one of the dresses and my mouth fell open.
My portion of the rent on my apartment was only slightly more. I couldn’t afford these clothes.
Immediately, I opened the door and stuck my head out to find the blonde who’d escorted me to the room. She stood with her back to me hanging clothes on satin covered hangers, and I said, “Excuse me. Miss?”
She turned around and flashed me a toothy smile. “Is there something I can help you with?”
I was embarrassed to say I was too poor to afford anything in her store, so I whispered, “I think there’s been a mistake. Mr. Stone didn’t mention how…” I hesitated and stumbled over my words until I finally blurted out, “He never said they’d be of such high quality.”
Thankfully, she seemed to understand what I had so clumsily referred to because she gave me one of her supermodel smiles and nodded. “Oh, that’s been taken care of, miss. Mr. Stone will be paying for everything.”
She returned to her work, leaving me alone in the dressing room that could house a small family, my head spinning from what she’d said. Not only was I now employed as an assistant curator for Tristan Stone, but now he was buying me an entire wardrobe so I could be ready for my first day at work?
It all seemed too good to be true.
I tried on one outfit and then the next, impressed that the women who worked at Le Ciel knew my size just minutes after I walked through the door. I hadn’t stood there for that long, yet the clothes fit me perfectly.
As I twirled around in front of the three way mirror, swinging the black skirt that matched perfectly with the grey see-through blouse, my cell phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, but I was in such a good mood, I broke my usual rule and answered it.
“Hello?” I sang happily to whomever was on the other end.
“Good morning, Nina.”
My heart began pounding wildly at the sound of his deep voice. Tristan.
“I’m so happy you agreed to sign the contract,” he purred into my ear. “Are you happy with my choices for you?”
I looked down at the clothes I wore and then around the room at all the beautiful outfits hanging there just waiting for me to love them. “You chose these?” I asked, stunned.
“Oh. I don’t know what to say.”
I didn’t. It was all at once exciting and overwhelming to know he’d taken the time to come here and pick out clothes for me.
“What are you wearing, Nina?”
“The black silk skirt and grey see-through blouse. It’s very nice.”
“I’m sure you look beautiful in it. I want you to take it off,” he said in a distinctly commanding tone.
“Do you want me to try a different outfit on and tell you if I like it?”
Confused, I did as he ordered and stood in my bra and panties, just as I had done in front of him the previous night.
“Okay. I took it off.”
“Are you wearing only your pink panties and bra I saw you in last night?”
“Yes,” I said with a smile as the memory of our time together flashed through my mind.
“Good. I want you to sit on the large ottoman in the middle of the room.”
I did as he desired. “I’m sitting, Tristan.”
“Good. Lean back and lie down.”
I did as he ordered, loving the sound of his deep voice telling me what to do. “Okay.”
“I want you to close your eyes and think about how it felt with my mouth on your pussy.”
An involuntary moan escaped from my throat at the sound of his words entering my ears. This was the most he’d ever spoken to me, other than telling me about his plans for his house, and I loved hearing him talk like this.
Whew! It’s getting hot in here! Until next Tristan Thursday…
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