Chapter Sixty

I was wearing the dress.

And I was late.

And I was not particularly caring at all, because Ivan in a suit was the sexiest thing this side of the mother-fucking universe.

The deep-navy jacket was tailored to him and hugged him perfectly while his matching pants were perfectly pressed but still showed the curve of his tight ass. From shiny shoes to a perfectly knotted black tie, he looked fucking hot. Really sexy. Handsome. I didn’t even know.

“Are you done looking yet?”

“No.” I drunk him in with my eyes once more. “I think I might have to go commando. You and a suit together should come with some kind of panty-wetting warning.”

A smug smirk curled his lips. “Get in the car, Brenda.” He opened the door and it bumped me into his body. “And we’ll see if I can’t do something about those wet panties.” He practically shoved me into the back seat and pressed a button on a