Bab 148: If I Asked

"Are you done yet?" I shouted. My dress was lying on the bed, and I was standing outside waiting for Anthony to get dressed. He had been occupying the closet for the past fifteen minutes.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" he shouted back. I huffed in frustration but didn't answer. A few moments later, the door slid open and he walked out. He was fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt. His tie was hanging loosely from his neck. I sighed and got up.

I could see his eyes slide down in appreciation.

"You look nice," he commented with a sly grin.

"Of course, I do. I'm only wearing my underwear."

"And the heels..." Like a horny teenager, he pulled me to him and kissed me roughly. Shoving him away, I gave him a disapproving look.

"Hold still," I commanded as I grabbed the ends of his tie and made the knot. He fell silent, then. I could feel his eyes on me. When I patted his chest and let him go, he held on to my waist.

"You... You are not going."