enough to allow you to buy me personal things.”
“Well, I figure it’s too late to say something like that. And I can remedy that bit about being a virtual stranger. So stop arguing and accept it.”
She glared at him from across the wide seat. “Not on your life…”
* * * * *
Flint carried the bags and shoe boxes upstairs and dumped them onto her bed, standing there for a minute or two as if waiting for her to show him what she got. "I need to put my stuff up, and I certainly don't want an audience. I'll see you at supper."
He shrugged and headed for the door, and she couldn't help but ogle his fine, hard body as he did so. That man had the finest ass and the hottest walk she had ever seen. He paused at the open door and glanced back over his shoulder, catching her in the act, his dark eyes glittering with laughter.
"Sorry...there's no time to do you justice right now, sweetness. We have all the time in the world after supper, though..."
Once he was gone, and the hallway door was closed, Lily drew a shaky breath and sank down next to the bags. Curiosity was killing her as she reached for the bag he'd gotten at Summerton's. Hot color filled her cheeks when she dumped the bag onto the comforter, and realized that he'd bought far more than just a dress. Her jaw dropped as she lifted a batch of silken underwear...lace thongs...satin and lace bras...a satin garter belt and half a dozen pair of silky thigh high stockings. The dress was a confection of softly flared skirt and fitted bodice that would undoubtedly show far more than she wanted to show. Holy shit!
A pair of high heeled, open toed pumps and a handful of rainbow-colored satin ribbons obviously meant for her hair finished the treasure trove of goodies. She hung the dress away, and put the shirts on hangers, as well. The jeans and undies fit neatly in one of the big oak bureaus that stood along one wall, and the boots and shoes were left in their boxes and pushed under the side of the bed. The personal stuff went into the big bathroom, and after another glance at her watch, she realized she had only a quarter hour to get ready for supper. A quickie shower and a change into one of the new pairs of jeans and a dressier pearl-buttoned shirt that she didn't recall seeing Ned ringing up. She blushed as she put on one of the new bras. The damn thing lifted her girls to a new level, and gently shaped them to perfection. She brushed her hair back from her face and tugged on that fancy pair of tooled boots, before standing to stare into the mirror. The tailored cut of the shirt made her look a lot more feminine than the work shirts she'd bought. Damn! She hardly recognized herself.
Amazing what a nice set of clothes could do.
Flint couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear as he thought about his prickly little “guest”. She had given him an earful on the drive back to El Diablo, had pretty much told him he had wasted his money buying her a dress and those fancy boots, but she would wear them, if he had to hide every damn thing she owned except those things. He would see her in that outfit if he had to dress her himself…which wouldn’t be such a bad thing…
Neither he nor Curley could concentrate on supper with her sitting across the table from them in that pretty shirt and those tight jeans. Dora filled their plates and sat down at the foot of the table across from her husband, Fred. The rest of the hands were eating in the cook shack, as always. Henry Gillis was their crew cook, and the only folks Dora had to manage were seated at the big oak table in the dining room.
Lily ate quickly and hungrily, not saying much unless spoken to. Flint and Curley watched in wonder as she wolfed down enough meatloaf and mashed potatoes to keep a full grown man filled up. Both men thought about throttling the bastard that had starved her half to death. It was more than obvious that she hadn't had a decent meal in a long time...not just the three days since
“Well, I figure it’s too late to say something like that. And I can remedy that bit about being a virtual stranger. So stop arguing and accept it.”
She glared at him from across the wide seat. “Not on your life…”
* * * * *
Flint carried the bags and shoe boxes upstairs and dumped them onto her bed, standing there for a minute or two as if waiting for her to show him what she got. "I need to put my stuff up, and I certainly don't want an audience. I'll see you at supper."
He shrugged and headed for the door, and she couldn't help but ogle his fine, hard body as he did so. That man had the finest ass and the hottest walk she had ever seen. He paused at the open door and glanced back over his shoulder, catching her in the act, his dark eyes glittering with laughter.
"Sorry...there's no time to do you justice right now, sweetness. We have all the time in the world after supper, though..."
Once he was gone, and the hallway door was closed, Lily drew a shaky breath and sank down next to the bags. Curiosity was killing her as she reached for the bag he'd gotten at Summerton's. Hot color filled her cheeks when she dumped the bag onto the comforter, and realized that he'd bought far more than just a dress. Her jaw dropped as she lifted a batch of silken underwear...lace thongs...satin and lace bras...a satin garter belt and half a dozen pair of silky thigh high stockings. The dress was a confection of softly flared skirt and fitted bodice that would undoubtedly show far more than she wanted to show. Holy shit!
A pair of high heeled, open toed pumps and a handful of rainbow-colored satin ribbons obviously meant for her hair finished the treasure trove of goodies. She hung the dress away, and put the shirts on hangers, as well. The jeans and undies fit neatly in one of the big oak bureaus that stood along one wall, and the boots and shoes were left in their boxes and pushed under the side of the bed. The personal stuff went into the big bathroom, and after another glance at her watch, she realized she had only a quarter hour to get ready for supper. A quickie shower and a change into one of the new pairs of jeans and a dressier pearl-buttoned shirt that she didn't recall seeing Ned ringing up. She blushed as she put on one of the new bras. The damn thing lifted her girls to a new level, and gently shaped them to perfection. She brushed her hair back from her face and tugged on that fancy pair of tooled boots, before standing to stare into the mirror. The tailored cut of the shirt made her look a lot more feminine than the work shirts she'd bought. Damn! She hardly recognized herself.
Amazing what a nice set of clothes could do.
Flint couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear as he thought about his prickly little “guest”. She had given him an earful on the drive back to El Diablo, had pretty much told him he had wasted his money buying her a dress and those fancy boots, but she would wear them, if he had to hide every damn thing she owned except those things. He would see her in that outfit if he had to dress her himself…which wouldn’t be such a bad thing…
Neither he nor Curley could concentrate on supper with her sitting across the table from them in that pretty shirt and those tight jeans. Dora filled their plates and sat down at the foot of the table across from her husband, Fred. The rest of the hands were eating in the cook shack, as always. Henry Gillis was their crew cook, and the only folks Dora had to manage were seated at the big oak table in the dining room.
Lily ate quickly and hungrily, not saying much unless spoken to. Flint and Curley watched in wonder as she wolfed down enough meatloaf and mashed potatoes to keep a full grown man filled up. Both men thought about throttling the bastard that had starved her half to death. It was more than obvious that she hadn't had a decent meal in a long time...not just the three days since
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