“Maybe Lily’s a bitch behind closed doors?”
The anger inside him was instant and threatened to spill over. “If you value our friendship, you’ll keep your opinion to yourself. She doesn’t deserve that, and I won’t take it from you about her.”
Richard held his hands up in surrender.
Wayne nodded and drank the last remnants of his drink, and he winced. One glass would do. He would never let her see him drunk.
“Please tell me why you’ve drawn up such a tight-knit pre-nup? Even I wouldn’t sign this, and I drew it up.”
“So she can never leave me. No woman would leave her child or anything else stated in there.”
With any luck, Lily wouldn’t read through the large document tying her to him further. If she did read it, he knew she wouldn’t sign it.
“Let’s get down to business then.”
Wayne sat behind his desk and looked over the files Richard had drawn up for him. Some of it made sense, while the rest sounded a little complicated. He couldn’t get her out of his mind, and it affected his ability to work. Wayne heard her come back. He wondered what she’d bought. A bikini or a full costume?
He glanced over at the clock and wanted the meeting over.
“You really don’t care what I’ve got to say, do you?”
“I trust you, Richard. Get it done.”
Wayne stood from his seat and left his office.
Chapter Six
The shop downstairs had been packed full of women, and she hated shopping at the best of times. The great relief was when a shop assistant helped her to pick out the simple two-piece suit. Looking at the flimsy garments, she wondered if her splurge should be taken back. Being back in the comfort of his apartment was welcome. She’d never been one for shopping. Having a large figure while size zero women shopped always made her feel like a sore thumb.
Never being a small woman, she knew she wouldn’t be on the catwalk anytime soon. Sighing, she pulled off her dress and underwear, stood in front of the mirror to gaze at her reflection. She wondered what Wayne saw in her. Her legs were too large, her h*ps too wide, belly rounded instead of flat. Her br**sts were pert and a handful even to her.
When she was around Wayne, he made her feel small and dainty. No choice left, she put on the deep purple costume. There were ties at one of her h*ps for the briefs, and she’d need someone to help with the top part. The top consisted of two cups held together by flimsy string. She tied one part around her neck and then moulded the fabric over the large br**sts to give her some respect. Why couldn’t she have been given a decent pair? Ones that weren’t the size of melons. Lily went in search of Wayne to help with the ties.
She walked into the hall and crashed into a hard muscular chest she wasn’t accustomed to. Firm hands held her steady.
“I’m so sorry,” she said as she looked at Richard. Lily was mortified he’d caught her semi-naked.
“No need to be sorry when a half-naked woman crashes into me.”
Wayne came round him, and his gaze skimmed her body. The blush heated her cheeks and chest. She couldn’t see it, but she knew it was there.
“I-I....” She stopped and licked her lips. “Could...you...could you please do me up?” She gave him her back and then remembered her ass was on display.
Lily squeaked and spun, the top slipping. A breast popped free. She squealed and ran from the men.
Lily heard them talk, and then seconds later, Wayne was back in his office and stared at her, amusement shining in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry.” Her father, use to call her many names, including an embarrassment, and here she’d proven it. What other woman would go around with the threat of a boob falling out as she did?
“You don’t need to apologize. Unless you were intending to sneak away with Richard while my back was turned,” he said.
“I guess that was a joke.” Wayne put a finger to his lips and shushed. “Don’t tell anyone. You’ll spoil my reputation.”
Lily couldn’t stop her laugh, and before long, she saw him respond in laughter. The laughing was infectious.
“Turn around. I’ll tie it up.”
“I’m not wanting to swim anymore. I feel like a whale,” she complained. Lily shook her head not knowing why she mentioned her insecurity. Most women had weight issues. The women who travelled in Wayne’s social circles were notorious for being super slim. The classic size zero.
They’d had a pool at home, and she used to love soaking in the sun and taking a swim. George and Jessica hired a pool boy to clean it, and then Stephanie was out every opportunity to tease her, shooting nasty comments about her size and the way she looked.
Shame when the pool boy laughed at the cruel words. That had been about three years ago, before the staff were let go one by one. She never went into the pool again.
Wayne’s hands landed on her hips. “Why do you say awful things about yourself?” he whispered near her ear. His breath disturbed the hair on her neck. Goosebumps erupted on her flesh, and she gasped when his teeth grazed the surface of her skin. Her neck was so sensitive, small touches driving her crazy. She knew from past hairdressing experiences.
He moved from the h*ps up to her ribs.
“I’m not blind. I know what I look like.”
The way he touched her, she was starting to have doubts.
“Do you really?” He continued upwards, the pads of his fingers ran over her br**sts.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Doing what?”
“You touching me.”
“Lily, I’m going to be your husband as soon as it can be arranged. I think touching is permitted.” Wayne caressed farther up, sending her arms above her head. He touched her hands before roaming down and wrapped his arms round her stomach. Lily tried to suck in her belly.
“Don’t. I love your body, and I want to see it more often. Purple really flatters you.” His fingers circled the flesh of her belly.
She let out the breath and leaned back. “Do you feel that?” he asked, and Lily shook her head. Wayne thrust his pelvis against her ass, and Lily jumped. “I want you. I’ll always want you.”
Turning her, he slammed his mouth over hers. His tongue thrust inside her.
Lily, stunned by the action, didn’t respond at first.
“Touch me, Lily. Kiss me.” This was the first time she’d heard him command, and she placed her hands on him. “No, touch me here.” He took her hand and pressed it over his stiff shaft.