piece of
plastic.
“Blake!” she cries out happily.
“I thought you might enjoy a night
at the Vanderbilt,” I say smoothly.
Paige's eye light up and she hugs
me tightly.
“I would enjoy a night with you,”
she murmurs, and suddenly her mood has gone from playful to sultry.
“Mmm,” I growl, “you’re going to
make me hard before we even leave the ballroom.”
She giggles nervously, pressing
herself against me. “You better watch it then,” she softly threatens, “because
my daddy is headed over here now.”
I quickly straighten up and push
her away. All thoughts of disrobing Paige are gone as her father comes over and
shakes my hand.
“You and the guys did great
tonight,” he says jovially, “I couldn’t be prouder.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He laughs and then turns to Paige.
“And you, sweetheart, were amazing. Like always. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” She gives him a
hug and a kiss.
“So, err, I um, won’t be home
tonight,” Kenny says awkwardly and I see Paige blush. Kenny motions to Daisy,
who is talking to a group of women a few feet away.
“Nothing else to say, Daddy,” she
says quickly. “Got it!”
“Okay,” he says gruffly. “Great job
again, you two.”
He walks away and Paige laughs
quietly.
“Looks like everyone has the same
idea,” she says.
“Yeah, let’s not think about that .”
I wrap my arm around Paige’s waist
and we walk out of the ballroom. We follow the throngs of people making their
way out, and Paige grabs a swag bag.
“I want one as a memento,” she explains.
I nod and guide her away from the exit, and into the lobby, where we see a few
other party guests retreating to the elevators.
We walk to the far elevator, and I
press the button. After a moment, the doors slide open and we step inside. I
press our floor and then push Paige up against the cool metal.
She lets out a small groan.
I kiss her neck softly, my hands
playing with the short hem of her dress. My mouth trails down to her collarbone
and I gently kiss her, hearing her sharp intake of breath.
The doors open again and we step
into the low-lit hallway. Paige looks around for a minute, trying to gather her
bearings.
“There aren’t many doors up here,”
she says, confused.
I walk to our room, slip the card
in the slot and then push it open after it lights up green.
“That’s because I got us a suite,”
I explain.
I hear Paige gasp as she walks into
the room.
There is a fire burning, and the
lights are dimmed low. The bed is scattered with rose petals and there is a
candle burning on each of the end tables. The curtains are pulled open to
reveal the beautiful skyline.
“Blake, this is gorgeous,” she
breathes, walking to the bed and trailing her fingers along the soft red
petals.
“I wanted to do something nice,” I
shrug, “and I know we have a crazy rehearsal schedule coming up.”
She nods. We’re spending the next
two weeks staging our tour and then we’re off and running.
“I seriously love you,” she says,
turning to me and kissing me.
“There’s one more thing,” I say,
pointing to two small packages resting on an armchair.
She gives me a quizzical look and
then grins like a little girl as she goes over to the boxes. She picks up the
first package, which is wrapped in brown paper and opens it.
“Blake!” she squeals, “You are so
sweet! I can’t believe you even paid attention to my things!”
I smile proudly, as she examines
the travel size set of her skincare so she can wash her makeup off. She laughs
as she pulls out a toothbrush and toothpaste.
“I figured you would need a few
things tonight.”
She smiles, shaking her head as she
puts the items down and moves on to a bigger box.
“Sak’s,” she murmurs, as she sees
the Sak’s Fifth Avenue logo. She pulls off the lid and gingerly pulls apart the
tissue paper.
“Ooh.” She lifts out a matching bra
and panty set that I chose for her. It’s pale pink and black, and
plastic.
“Blake!” she cries out happily.
“I thought you might enjoy a night
at the Vanderbilt,” I say smoothly.
Paige's eye light up and she hugs
me tightly.
“I would enjoy a night with you,”
she murmurs, and suddenly her mood has gone from playful to sultry.
“Mmm,” I growl, “you’re going to
make me hard before we even leave the ballroom.”
She giggles nervously, pressing
herself against me. “You better watch it then,” she softly threatens, “because
my daddy is headed over here now.”
I quickly straighten up and push
her away. All thoughts of disrobing Paige are gone as her father comes over and
shakes my hand.
“You and the guys did great
tonight,” he says jovially, “I couldn’t be prouder.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He laughs and then turns to Paige.
“And you, sweetheart, were amazing. Like always. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” She gives him a
hug and a kiss.
“So, err, I um, won’t be home
tonight,” Kenny says awkwardly and I see Paige blush. Kenny motions to Daisy,
who is talking to a group of women a few feet away.
“Nothing else to say, Daddy,” she
says quickly. “Got it!”
“Okay,” he says gruffly. “Great job
again, you two.”
He walks away and Paige laughs
quietly.
“Looks like everyone has the same
idea,” she says.
“Yeah, let’s not think about that .”
I wrap my arm around Paige’s waist
and we walk out of the ballroom. We follow the throngs of people making their
way out, and Paige grabs a swag bag.
“I want one as a memento,” she explains.
I nod and guide her away from the exit, and into the lobby, where we see a few
other party guests retreating to the elevators.
We walk to the far elevator, and I
press the button. After a moment, the doors slide open and we step inside. I
press our floor and then push Paige up against the cool metal.
She lets out a small groan.
I kiss her neck softly, my hands
playing with the short hem of her dress. My mouth trails down to her collarbone
and I gently kiss her, hearing her sharp intake of breath.
The doors open again and we step
into the low-lit hallway. Paige looks around for a minute, trying to gather her
bearings.
“There aren’t many doors up here,”
she says, confused.
I walk to our room, slip the card
in the slot and then push it open after it lights up green.
“That’s because I got us a suite,”
I explain.
I hear Paige gasp as she walks into
the room.
There is a fire burning, and the
lights are dimmed low. The bed is scattered with rose petals and there is a
candle burning on each of the end tables. The curtains are pulled open to
reveal the beautiful skyline.
“Blake, this is gorgeous,” she
breathes, walking to the bed and trailing her fingers along the soft red
petals.
“I wanted to do something nice,” I
shrug, “and I know we have a crazy rehearsal schedule coming up.”
She nods. We’re spending the next
two weeks staging our tour and then we’re off and running.
“I seriously love you,” she says,
turning to me and kissing me.
“There’s one more thing,” I say,
pointing to two small packages resting on an armchair.
She gives me a quizzical look and
then grins like a little girl as she goes over to the boxes. She picks up the
first package, which is wrapped in brown paper and opens it.
“Blake!” she squeals, “You are so
sweet! I can’t believe you even paid attention to my things!”
I smile proudly, as she examines
the travel size set of her skincare so she can wash her makeup off. She laughs
as she pulls out a toothbrush and toothpaste.
“I figured you would need a few
things tonight.”
She smiles, shaking her head as she
puts the items down and moves on to a bigger box.
“Sak’s,” she murmurs, as she sees
the Sak’s Fifth Avenue logo. She pulls off the lid and gingerly pulls apart the
tissue paper.
“Ooh.” She lifts out a matching bra
and panty set that I chose for her. It’s pale pink and black, and
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