Sam came back into the room. “So, I have to go out.”
I frowned at him. “Oh, no. When are you going out? What are you doing?”
“Um, I’m going to meet my buddy at a bar, so maybe you should go to your party. And then we can reconvene maybe sometime next week in the day or something,” he said, talking quickly.
I stood up and walked over to him, stopping directly in front of him so close that I was almost touching him. I looked into his eyes and pouted. “Oh, but I was really hoping I could see the rest of your place. I haven’t even seen the bathroom or the bedroom yet.”
“Oh, well, um…”
I reached out and touched his arm. “Wow. You have really big muscles, Sam. Do you work out a lot?”
“Uh,” he said, as I squeezed his bicep. He grinned slightly and nodded and then took a step back. “Yeah, I do. But…”
“But what?” I laughed.
“I don’t know if this is, um…” He licked his lips nervously, and I laughed.
“Do you not like my outfit? Do you think I look ugly?” I said, as I swung my long blonde hair over my shoulders and played with it.
“No, no,” he said quickly. “Not at all. You’re a very beautiful young woman, Shelby. I just… I mean, I know you said it was going to be a sexy negligee, but I didn’t expect that it would be quite so…”
“Quite so what?” I said, staring up at him through innocent eyes.
“Well, um, you know…”
“What?” I blinked innocently.
“It’s really sexy, and I don’t know if I would recommend you to wear that in front of college guys.”
“Why not?” I said, as I tilted my head to the side and batted my eyes.
“Because, you know, it’s revealing.”
“But isn’t that the point of a negligee?” I laughed, “for it to be slightly revealing?”
“Um, I think this is a bit more than slightly revealing.”
“Why? Is it because I’m wearing a thong?” I turned around so that he could see my ass. I grinned to myself as I shook it slightly, and I heard his audible gasp. I turned back around in time to notice him adjusting himself in his jeans. “I guess maybe I shouldn’t have worn a thong, huh? I should have worn some other sort of panties?”
“I mean, it’s fine, I guess. It just depends on the look you’re going for,” he said.
“Can you see my nipples?” I asked as I pushed my shoulders back.
He looked at my breasts and nodded slightly. “Yeah.”
“Oh my goodness, I didn’t realize it was quite so sheer. The lady who sold it to me said that it was sexy without being too revealing,” I lied. I knew exactly what he could see.
“Well, it’s pretty revealing,” he nodded.
“Can you tell that my nipples are hard?” I reached down and touched my nipples.
His eyes widened as I squeezed them. I giggled slightly. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. This is such an inappropriate conversation to be having with you. I just, you know.”
“No, I’m not sure exactly what you…” He paused. “Um, Shelby?”
“Yeah? What is it, Sam?”
“What’s going on here?” he said finally, his blue eyes growing stern.
“What do you mean, what’s going on?”
“I mean, I could have believed that you were going to a negligee party. I could have believed that you wanted to wear something sexy. I could even have believed that you were feeling warm in my apartment and wanted to take the trench coat off. But when you told me you couldn’t tell if the negligee was see-through, and then you started playing with your breasts…” he took a step forward. “You’re trying to seduce me. Aren’t you?”
I tried to look innocent. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I think you’re trying to do this.” And then he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. I squeezed slightly, and he groaned as I felt his hardness.
“Are you hard, Sam?” I said.
“Why do you sound happy about that?”
I grinned at him. “Why do you think?”
Chapter Seven
“What do you think I’m trying to do, Sam?” I said in my most innocent voice. “I just came over here because…” I gasped as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in towards him.
“Shelby, I’m a grown man. I don’t play games.”
“I don’t play games, either.”
“Really?” he said, looking down at me.
“Yeah, really.”
“So you didn’t show up to my place half-naked on purpose?”
“Would I do such a thing?” I said sweetly.
“I don’t know. But if you did do this on purpose, you know it can never happen, right? Your father is my best friend. He would absolutely kill me if I crossed that line with you.”
“And if my father wasn’t your best friend?
He chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not going to answer that.”
“Why not? Are you scared?”
“I’m not scared of anything,” he said in a low voice.
“So then answer. If my father wasn’t your best friend, what would you do?”
“What would I do? Let me show you,” he said. He grabbed my hand and walked me over to the couch. We stood next to the armrest, and he looked at me with a small smile. I stared at him, batting my eyelashes. Before I knew what had happened, he had bent me over forward so that my hands and my face were on the couch and my ass was up in the air on the armrest. He positioned himself behind me, and I felt himself rubbing up against my ass.
“If you weren’t my best friend’s daughter, my cock would be out right now and inside of you. And I’d be fucking you so hard that you wouldn’t know where you began and I ended.” I gasped as I felt his hardness rubbing against me. I wanted to reach back and touch him, but he grabbed my hands and pulled me up again. He smiled a sweet, devilish smile and smirked. “But your father is my best friend.”
“If he doesn’t know, does it hurt him?”
“No, but we would know.”
“I can keep a secret if you can,” I said, batting my eyelashes at him.
“So you admit it. You came here to seduce me.”
“No, I came here to look at your penthouse so I could see how we could throw the anniversary party for my parents. As I said to you before, I’m going to a frat party where I’m meant to dress sexy. And I guess I am sexy, then.” I licked my lip slowly.
“You know you’re goddamn sexy, Shelby,” he growled under his breath.
I just smiled at him. “I’m glad to know that you think so. But if you think I came here with the intention of seducing you, then you’re quite wrong.”
“Really? And that display of you rubbing and pinching your nipples?”
“I was just concerned that, um…” I paused, not knowing how to finish my sentence. I mean, obviously, I’d been touching myself to turn him on, and I didn’t really know how to suggest otherwise.