Chapter 54
Sorry for the delay in updating. It's trade show and flu season in my world. This is a short one that sets up the evening.
Laura and Robbie spent the day playing tourist near their hotel. Neither left the others side and they were constantly touching. Robbie especially enjoyed holding her right hand. Each time he held it, he would stroke the ring on her third finger lightly spinning the smaller bands. She would smile up at him every time.
At four they went back to the hotel. Robbie was completely confused as to why but he was willing to follow Laura most anywhere today. She offered him the bathroom to shower before she started getting ready. He laughed as she pushed him to the bathroom. "Aren't you coming in with me?"
She shook her head. "No, I am going to get ready alone. You won't see me until we are ready to leave."
He turned and pulled her into his arms. "Laura, you know that you don't have to do anything special for me. I happen to like you quite a lot just the way you are."
She pushed up and kissed him. "I know. That's why I want to do this." She gave him a gentle push then walked away.
Half an hour later Robbie emerged from the bathroom. He found Laura in the living room of their suite with a room service order for him. There were several bottles of beer a small and she had found a football game on the telly. She smiled at him. "What are you wearing?"
He looked down at the matching robe from hers the night before. "Didn't see any sense in getting dressed since we don't need to leave for another ninety minutes."
She went to him and kissed him lightly. "I think you are just trying to distract me."
He slid his hand up her hip and cupped the underside of her breast. "Is it working?"
She moaned. "It's a nice try Inspector but no." She motioned to the couch. "Sit back and enjoy a drink or two. I'll be back."
He watched her walk towards the bedroom. "Don't you want to know what I have on underneath."
She waved over her shoulder. "Still not working." He smiled after her before settling on the couch with a beer to watch the match.
Laura looked at herself in the mirror. This was one of those times she wished that she could talk to Jean. She had selected everything to go under her dress on her own. But this was not her area of expertise. She liked pretty bras and panties but this was beyond the pale. However if she had asked for Jean's help she would have had to explain why she needed help.
She had seen the red slip and remembered Robbie saying he preferred red. It was skintight and had garters. It definitely didn't leave much to the imagination and pushed everything in the right places. She had added black stockings. She thought the look was pretty fantastic. Alas, she wouldn't know his thoughts until much later in the evening. But she smiled at the groan she knew she would get when he figured out she had this on all night.
She took one last turn to see herself from every angle then grabbed her dress. She slid it over her body and was a little concerned. She hadn't tried the dress on with the slip. Robbie might have a small clue as to what she had on underneath. She stepped into her heels and took one last look. It was too late to do anything now.
She opened the bathroom doors to find Robbie looking in the mirror tying his tie. He looked at her in the mirror and stopped what he was doing.
Robbie saw Laura step out from the bathroom and all conscious thought stopped. He turned to her. "You look…"
She turned on the spot letting him take in the full view. She saw the look on his face. "Robbie, are you OK?"
Robbie's mouth was dry and he suddenly couldn't draw a full breath. He nodded at her slowly regaining his senses. "You are breathtaking."
She smiled. "I know it's a bit dressier than normal but I figured since we are here I should take advantage and really…"
Robbie crossed the room and pulled her into him then kissed her deeply. "There is no need to apologize. You look amazing. The problem is going to be keeping my hands off you long enough for us to go to this play."
She smiled up at him. "Then we should get a move on. Because if you kiss me like that again, we will never make it to the play."
He growled as he hugged her. "You are going to be the death of me."
She raked her nails down his chest. "You've said that before and you're still here."
He turned her and pushed her to the door. "Come on Dr. Hobson. We have dinner reservations and I need a distraction from you in that dress."
She walked to the door and into the hallway. They rode in silence in the elevator. As the doors opened to the lobby, she leaned over to him. "Robbie, you want to be more worried about what's on underneath the dress."
