Page 3 of Jinx
The tiny dress is royal blue and sparkles even in the dark. It’s short. I hold it up to my body and look in the mirror again. It’s going to barely cover my ass and if that’s not enough to get me laid it has a slit up the side that will go all the way to the top of my hip. There’s no back and the front is cut so low you might be able to catch the hint of my belly ring if I bend over just right. I go to my jewelry box and pull out a sparkly body chain that I can drape under the dress so attention will be drawn even more to my breasts and down to my thighs where it warps around one leg.
If this doesn’t scream come-get-me, nothing will. Fury might not want me but some man will be taking me home with him tonight and once I get under someone new I’ll finally be able to get over the asshole who bruised my heart. I won’t say he broke it. No man will ever break my heart because I don’t plan to ever give it away again.
I hop in the shower and use my best body wash. I grab my towel and step out of the bathroom but when my eyes land on the bed the dress is gone. The chain is still there but the dress… I turn my head and peer into the darkened room but can’t see anything. Then I hear the creak of the bathroom door shutting and whirl around just as it latches. A shadow steps out of the darkness.
My heart thuds and starts banging like a jackhammer and before I can stop myself, I take a step back. Then I stop immediately, square my shoulders, and raise my chin defiantly.
It's him!
Chapter Three
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Fury
I watch as she catches herself from backing up any further before her spine stiffens and she straightens. I can’t keep the corners of my mouth from tipping up at her moxie. She might look like a blonde fairy, small and slight, but this woman has so much strength inside of her she’s got me, a monster among monsters, on my knees begging.
I run my eyes up and down her body covered in only a thin square of terrycloth and my mouth waters. The more she stares down her nose at me, the more I want to shake her world up and make her completely mine. She doesn’t shy away from my stare like some grown-ass men do. Not Jinx. She meets me hot stare for hot stare.
“So, we’re just going to spend all night looking at one another? Seems kinda boring to me.”
God, I’m already halfway in love with this woman, and my love is not easily given. It’s one of the reasons I’m here. I have to find out where this is going. I have to know if she’s the same person in real life as the woman she is in the chat window. My only answer to her smart-ass question is a slight raise of my eyebrow.
“Where is my dress?”
This gets more of a reaction. That thing I tossed was not a ‘dress’. It was washcloths held together by dental floss. A stiff wind and it would be gone. And it is something she’s not getting out of this house wearing.
“I find I like you better when you’re naked.”
“Apparently not enough.”
“What?” She’s quick to hand me back a reply but I’m not understanding why she would say such a thing. I would love to see her in nothing but a smile…and maybe painted in some of my cum.
“Never mind,” She brushes my question away. “Look, I don’t have very much time to play these guess-what-I-want-with-you games. I have things to do.”
“Not in that dress you don’t.”
Her little mouth falls open and invites me to think of so many naughty things, perfectly dark and sexy things, to do with that open mouth. But something tells me now’s not the time to broach those things with her as hell leaps into those crystal clear eyes of hers and she’s all but breathing fire.
“You… you don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t wear, mister. You don’t get to tell me anything.” She comes at me and puts her finger in the center of my chest. “You walked away from me - put me back in my room at the club like some unwanted baggage you couldn’t wait to be rid of so don’t think you can dictate anything about my life.”
She steps around me, goes over to her closet, and pulls out another dress. This one is even worse than the last one. It’s just two metallic silver panels held together by three thin chains that would come to the sides of her body and show way too much of what I consider mine.
I snatch the thing out of her hands and toss it in the same trash can I threw her first one in.
“Wha…?”
“You can go out, angel,” I interrupt her angry question, “as soon as you stop trying to wear lingerie better suited for a night of hard fucking…and dental floss, as a dress.”
I can tell by her face how shocked she is, how very unhappy she is with me. But I don’t have to ever guess or read facial cues with my angel. Jinx doesn’t have a problem telling you exactly what she’s thinking.
“You…go to hell. You need to leave my room, leave my whole damned house, and get the fuck away from me.”
“I can’t do that sweetheart.”
“What? Why the hell not?!”
“Because…. you belong to me, Jinx,” I tell her the answer I’ve been fighting with myself over for months. She’s the same girl no matter where she is or who she is standing in front of. She doesn’t put on a front for anybody. And I am in love with this magical woman - this fairy girl that stole my heart. I’m tired of fighting it, tired of trying to deny it. She’s mine.