Selena is a twenty-three year old girl living in New York with her best friend James. The two have been best friend since they first met in kindergarten. In the company they work for, James works as the CFO for the Management board, while Selena is...
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"Is just a t-shirt fine?" He asks as we enter his bedroom.
"Yeah that's okay." I nod as I put my purse down on the couch he has in his room. As I open my purse to get my phone out I furrow my eyebrows when I find a pair of my black Nike pro spandex. I grab my phone to see a message from James.
Bitch Ass: I snuck some spandex and an extra pair of underwear for you in case. Don't know when you'll be reading this but you can thank me later.
Chuckling, I put my phone back in my purse. And grab the spandex out.
"Um sweatpants or my briefs?" Killian asks.
"Oh um none, I have spandex. Courtesy of James." I shyly smile.
He smiles and hands me a white t-shirt and a grey pair of socks.
"Thank you." I thank him and he nods.
"You can change in the bathroom, unless you want to strip in front of me I won't stop you." He smirks and I playfully roll my eyes but go into the bathroom.
After changing out of my clothes and into his I step out of the bathroom. He isn't in the room so I go to my purse and neatly fold my dress and place my heels on top of it and try to squeeze them in my bag.
"Come on." I groan to myself when it doesn't want to settle in.
"You can put them on the sofa, or on top of my drawer, or in my drawer, or in my closet you know." His voice says from behind me.
"I don't want them to be in your way." I chuckle.
"Selena, they're not gonna fit in that small bag." He laughs.
"Yes they will, they just need encouragement." I huff.
"Stop before you hurt yourself." He says and I feel his chest pressed against my back, his hands coming around me and grabbing the heels and dress and walks into his walk in closet.
I turn around and widen my eyes when I see he's only wearing a pair of sweatpants and socks. I watch as he grabs a hanger and hangs my dress on it, then puts my heels on a shelf beside his. As his left arm goes up I notice all the tattoos on his skin.
"There." He chuckles and turns to face me, and again am taken aback by the tattoos he also has on his torso.
"I didn't know you had so many tattoos." I say in amusement as I look at the ink.
"You're staring." He smirks as he walks towards me. I snap my eyes off his chest and look at him.
"You don't seem like the tattoo kind of guy." I chuckle.
"Well I very much am. But I'm a CEO and I wear suits nearly everyday." He smiles and I feel goosebumps rise when his hands wrap around my waist.
"My shirt looks good on you." He smiles down at me.
