away. Elizabeth never understood how her friend seemed to just not give a damn what anyone might think; Nancy had a confidence that was truly inspiring. Deciding to follow her lead, Elizabeth placed her hand over her friend's.
''I just can't wait to see this draped over that huge, beautiful, and extremely comfortable-looking bed,'' Elizabeth said, making sure she only looked at her friend as she stroked the fabric sample between her fingers.
Nancy had to bite her cheek in order not to burst out laughing. "It will be gorgeous,'' Nancy finally managed to say, reaching out to gently pull the swatch from between Elizabeth's fingers. The room was silent for a heartbeat, until they both heard Greg slamming his briefcase lid closed. Elizabeth dared not look across the table but kept her eyes on Nancy instead. Nancy's smile didn't waver when Greg snapped the locks on his case closed and stormed from the room. Ryan and Julie were shaking their heads, their smiles showing their approval.
''When you are ready to expand, ladies, give me a call,'' Ryan said, as he and Julie followed Greg.
''You, my friend, are one very naughty, very wicked girl,'' Elizabeth whispered.
''Ah, but that is what makes life worth living,'' Nancy said and then smiled. ''Perhaps I will confess my sins tonight,'' she continued, with a mock frown. Elizabeth shook her head, her laugh soft and musical, filling the space around them.
''A lot of good that would do,'' she said, as she continued to gather the materials on the conference table. ''I don't believe you are the sort that finds confession good for your soul.''
''Maybe not good for my soul,'' Nancy agreed, straightening and waiting until Elizabeth stood as well, folders in her arms, her satchel over her shoulder. Nancy linked her arm into her friend's and continued. ''But definitely good for my ass.'' Elizabeth knew she should have been shocked, but simply shook her head and giggled. The two left the conference room, neither aware of the man who still occupied the chair against the wall, his lips curved into a smile.
Later that evening, the two women were seated on lounges on the back patio of the home they had recently finished renovating. Jason listened as they told him about the presentation. He was grilling the steaks as the potatoes finished baking in the updated kitchen. He knew he should protest when Elizabeth told him what Nancy had said about Greg and his underwear.
''Babe,'' he said, as he turned from the grill and put his hands on his hips. ''You have got to get over this obsession with visualizing other men. In just a few weeks, you will have only one man and, young lady, if you know what's good for you, I will be the only man you ever fantasize seeing in his underwear again.'' Nancy stood and slowly sauntered over to him. She reached out and put her arms around his neck.
''Oh, my,'' she said, huskily, ''what female could ever think about looking at any other man when they have a big, strong, handsome and incredibly sexy Dom in their own backyard?'' Jason looked down at her, a smile on his lips but a look in his eyes that said he wasn't quite buying this act.
Nancy let one arm slip from his neck, and trailed her fingers down his chest. ''Who needs underwear, when my man wears such a sexy apron?'' Nancy asked, and then burst out laughing, looking at the depiction of a hugely muscular bodybuilder's chest and abs that decorated the apron's entire front. Her laughter quickly turned into a squeal as Jason easily turned her around and slapped the spatula he was holding against the seat of her jeans.
''Owwww!'' she shrieked, as he popped her again. Elizabeth smiled as the two played, Nancy laughing and squealing with every pop against her butt. ''Liz … help me!'' Nancy said, and then yelped again.
Elizabeth shook her head. ''No way, girlfriend,'' she said, as she took a sip of her wine. ''I know better than to ever get between a Dom and his
''I just can't wait to see this draped over that huge, beautiful, and extremely comfortable-looking bed,'' Elizabeth said, making sure she only looked at her friend as she stroked the fabric sample between her fingers.
Nancy had to bite her cheek in order not to burst out laughing. "It will be gorgeous,'' Nancy finally managed to say, reaching out to gently pull the swatch from between Elizabeth's fingers. The room was silent for a heartbeat, until they both heard Greg slamming his briefcase lid closed. Elizabeth dared not look across the table but kept her eyes on Nancy instead. Nancy's smile didn't waver when Greg snapped the locks on his case closed and stormed from the room. Ryan and Julie were shaking their heads, their smiles showing their approval.
''When you are ready to expand, ladies, give me a call,'' Ryan said, as he and Julie followed Greg.
''You, my friend, are one very naughty, very wicked girl,'' Elizabeth whispered.
''Ah, but that is what makes life worth living,'' Nancy said and then smiled. ''Perhaps I will confess my sins tonight,'' she continued, with a mock frown. Elizabeth shook her head, her laugh soft and musical, filling the space around them.
''A lot of good that would do,'' she said, as she continued to gather the materials on the conference table. ''I don't believe you are the sort that finds confession good for your soul.''
''Maybe not good for my soul,'' Nancy agreed, straightening and waiting until Elizabeth stood as well, folders in her arms, her satchel over her shoulder. Nancy linked her arm into her friend's and continued. ''But definitely good for my ass.'' Elizabeth knew she should have been shocked, but simply shook her head and giggled. The two left the conference room, neither aware of the man who still occupied the chair against the wall, his lips curved into a smile.
Later that evening, the two women were seated on lounges on the back patio of the home they had recently finished renovating. Jason listened as they told him about the presentation. He was grilling the steaks as the potatoes finished baking in the updated kitchen. He knew he should protest when Elizabeth told him what Nancy had said about Greg and his underwear.
''Babe,'' he said, as he turned from the grill and put his hands on his hips. ''You have got to get over this obsession with visualizing other men. In just a few weeks, you will have only one man and, young lady, if you know what's good for you, I will be the only man you ever fantasize seeing in his underwear again.'' Nancy stood and slowly sauntered over to him. She reached out and put her arms around his neck.
''Oh, my,'' she said, huskily, ''what female could ever think about looking at any other man when they have a big, strong, handsome and incredibly sexy Dom in their own backyard?'' Jason looked down at her, a smile on his lips but a look in his eyes that said he wasn't quite buying this act.
Nancy let one arm slip from his neck, and trailed her fingers down his chest. ''Who needs underwear, when my man wears such a sexy apron?'' Nancy asked, and then burst out laughing, looking at the depiction of a hugely muscular bodybuilder's chest and abs that decorated the apron's entire front. Her laughter quickly turned into a squeal as Jason easily turned her around and slapped the spatula he was holding against the seat of her jeans.
''Owwww!'' she shrieked, as he popped her again. Elizabeth smiled as the two played, Nancy laughing and squealing with every pop against her butt. ''Liz … help me!'' Nancy said, and then yelped again.
Elizabeth shook her head. ''No way, girlfriend,'' she said, as she took a sip of her wine. ''I know better than to ever get between a Dom and his