This scene has haunted me for weeks so I finally got it down on paper. I have no idea what I’m going to do with it but in the meanwhile, I’m sharing this with you, my lovely, happy little Drew + Fable fans.
You guys, I miss them so much. So here’s a Mother’s Day present to me, to you, to everyone who loves Drew + Fable. I was inspired after walking through a particular store a few weeks ago and thought, “What the hell would Drew do in a place like this?”
Well, here you go:
I enter the store—the very well known lingerie and underwear national chain store I’ve never dared step into before in my life—as if compelled by some unseen, magical force.
A force that says, you want to see Fable in sexy lingerie during your vacation, right? Well, get in there and buy her some.
Intimidated is the perfect word for what I’m feeling as I walk around. The place smells good, the lighting is perfect, casting everything on display in a sparkling glow and the song playing overhead is familiar yet…not. I’m surrounded and I mean literally surrounded by little scraps of fabric, sheer and lacy and bright and colorful and my brain is awhirl at the idea of Fable wearing any of it.
All of it.
And then me stripping her right back out of it.
I stop at a table that has black lacquered trays full of panties in a variety of colors. Reaching out, I run my finger along the waistband of one, the silky lace soft to the touch and I imagine Fable wearing them. Emboldened, I grab them, notice that they’re pretty skimpy and her ass would basically be fully exposed, which isn’t a bad idea if you ask me because hey, easy access and…
“Sir? Do you need some help?”
I drop the panties as if they set my fingers on fire and whirl around to find a woman dressed all in black standing before me, a pleasant smile on her face, a discreet nametag on her shirt. “No, just looking,” I answer, my cheeks hot with embarrassment.
I’m such an idiot. I can’t even shop for panties for my freaking fiancé without looking like a complete bumbling dope. I need to man the hell up.
Her smile grows. “If you need any assistance, please don’t hesitate to ask. My name is Lara.”
“Will do. Thanks.” I nod, swallowing hard, still feeling like an ass. But I resume my search the moment Lara walks away, my gaze alighting on the skimpy little set I first saw in the window. The set that drew me into this torturous, way-out-of-my-element store in the first place.
Little ruffled panties and a matching ruffled bra top with a flowing, sheer piece that would cover her stomach, it’s lacy and sweet and sexy as hell all in one. I check the size, see that it’s a medium and wonder if it would fit. Glancing around, no one’s paying attention to me so I pull the lingerie off the rack and examine it, knowing it’s too big for my girl.
I need a small, or maybe even an extra small. But her boobs are pretty big so maybe a small? Hell, I don’t know her bra size, not like I pay attention to that stuff, I’m usually too eager to take it off and get her naked. But I need to know this, right? We’re getting married. We’re going to be in each other’s life forever and I should definitely know if she wears size small or extra small panties and if she’s a B cup or a C.
Totally figuring she’s a C, what with the way they fill my palms…
“What are you doing?”
I set the hanger back on the rack with a loud clatter and look up to see Fable standing before me, looking infinitely amused at my expense. Her arms are crossed in front of her, plumping up her breasts so I get a plentiful view of her cleavage peeking from the neckline of her bright pink tank top. Her lush, glossed lips are quirked in a secretive smile and her long blonde hair is pulled into a high ponytail, she looks fresh and pretty and pride fills my chest because she’s mine.
Not even thirty minutes ago, we’d walked into the mall together before going our separate ways. Now I’m drinking her in like I haven’t seen her in hours. Days. My hands clench at my sides and I wonder how much longer she’s going to make me hang out in this lame ass mall before we can go back home.
And I can get her naked in bed.
“Checking stuff out,” I say nonchalantly, feeling like a kid who just got busted shoplifting.
“Uh huh. I didn’t think this was your type of store, Drew.”
“When I’m shopping for my fiancé, it is.” I flick through the hangers, find a size small and pull the lingerie set out to show her. “What do you think of this?”
Her eyes meet mine, that sexy little smile still curving her lips. “I like it. What’s the special occasion?”
“Our vacation? You need new stuff to wear to bed, right?” I shrug, curling my fingers tight around the hanger when she takes a few steps toward me, until she’s invading my space and standing so close, her breasts brush against my chest. She grips my hips with her tiny hands, standing on tiptoe so she can whisper in my ear.
“For our vacation? I planned on wearing nothing to bed at night,” she murmurs, her breath hot against my cheek as she slowly pulls away.
Time stops as we stare at each other. In a week we’re going to be all alone on a tropical island far away from here. Owen will be either at his friend’s house or Jen’s. Fable’s comfortable knowing someone she can trust will be keeping an eye on her brother.
We need this time together alone. I can’t freaking wait to leave and neither can she. I don’t know what she’s thinking but my mind is suddenly full of about a million different, equally dirty thoughts and I’m ready to get the hell out of here.
“Guess we don’t need it then,” I say as I blindly reach out and set the hanger back on the rack where it belongs, entranced by the adoring glow in her eyes as she gazes up at me.
Fable grabs my hand, leading me out of the store and I follow her. I’ll always follow her. She owns me.
And she knows it.
You guys…Second Chance Boyfriend hit the USA Today Bestseller list at number thirty-two!!!
(I don’t quite understand this pic – is it a pineapple? That’s what I’m going with.)
And then One Week Girlfriend hit the USA Today Bestseller list again at eighty-five! ZOMG!
I was on a total high and doing laundry cos that’s how I roll. Two books on the bestseller list? How cool is that? Pretty damn cool.
But then late yesterday afternoon I take my daughter to dance class. I get into the parking lot and pull out my phone–it’s blowing up. Text messages, emails…Second Chance Boyfriend hit the New York Times Bestseller list people. Number fifteen on the ebook list and number twenty-one on the ebook and print combined extended list.
I can’t believe this…and I owe it all to the readers. I would be nowhere if you guys didn’t fall a little in love with Drew + Fable. And I am so incredibly grateful that you did. This has been an incredibly exciting almost two weeks. All the messages, emails, tweets, etc. from readers…they mean so much to me. You’re all wanting to know what I’m planning to write next and I must confess…I’m not quite sure yet on all the details. I can tell you this:
— I want to write Jen and Colin’s book for SURE.
— Owen definitely deserves his own book. I already have a plan for it. I already know his girl’s name. I can envision her in my head. And trust me his sister and her man will be involved in the story.
— More Drew + Fable? Never say never.
THANK YOU THANK YOU. This has been the most exhilarating ride EVER. Thank you all for taking it with me. *hugs*