"Don't hate the player, hate the game," James strutted past Dixon laughing.
James was in a completely white tux; white jacket, white shirt, white pants, complete with white buttons and tie. He looked like a large bottle of white out. It worked for him.
Oscar was next to be pulled back. While he was changing, one of the assistants passed out drinks. I got bourbon, of course. As I sipped my drink, I was fully aware of the looks Uncle Henry was giving me.
Oscar was almost the opposite of James. He was in solid black except for the white shirt only visible at the collar and cuffs. The jacket did not have a collar or buttons. His suited him as well.
Uncle Henry came from the back and was in a full traditional suit; black and white. However, it was as sharp as Liam's tux. Still, he looked very handsome.
I told Dixon to go next so I could finish my much needed drink.
Dixon's tux was matte black with a silver collar and buttons. He wore a white dress shirt and silver tie. The suit was perfect for Dixon's build.
"Ah, see, now that is much better than what I had originally pulled for you." Geoffrey walked around Dixon taking measurements and making adjustments, just as he had with everyone else.
"Mr. Iverson?" I looked up to see an assistant gesturing for me to follow him. I finished off my drink and followed him to my changing area.
I changed into the tux. It was all black with very thin white pinstripes. I had a white shirt and tie with a red handkerchief in the breast pocket, which I found a little odd.
Entering the room, I could hear the group laughing. When I saw Geoffrey's hand at Dixon's crotch, I understood why. Dixon's face was different this time. Instead of uncomfortable it was smug.
"He's had to measure Dixon twice" James chuckled.
"Hey, it's hard to get accurate measurements when you have a package such as mine." Dixon boasted. Geoffrey blushed.
"Please, Dixon, we all know that big steroid users have small dicks," James chuckled.
"See, that's steroid users." Dixon looked at James seriously. "I am all natural baby!" Dixon flexed. The sound of ripping material quieted the room.
"Oh my!" Geoffrey ran up quickly and started to look over the ripped seam in back of his jacket.
James and I were almost on the floor in hysterics. It took us twenty minutes to calm down.
I paced impatiently at the bottom of the stairs waiting for Lilli to be ready. She'd been repeatedly groaning and arguing with the make-up artist and hair stylist Phoebe arranged for her. I kind of felt sorry for the two women. But, hearing Lilli’s reactions, I couldn’t help but laugh.
"You want to pull the hair out by the root?" was one shout I heard from her and then, "Isn’t that the color hookers typically wear?" Ah, yes, that last one had me in tears. My Lilli was feisty and I loved her for it.
Speaking of love, I'd been playing it over it my head over and over. I needed to tell her, wanted to tell her. I was going to tell her, tonight. I was nervous, anxious, worried and plain terrified of her reaction, but I needed to honest with her.
In the middle of my internal pep-talk I heard movement on the stairs. I looked up and saw Lilli coming down the stairs. I took a quick intake of breath at the sight of her. I couldn't speak. The tight dress was perfectly crafted to her body, the red high heels that I pictured being the only thing on her in the middle of our bed. Then, there was her hair. The top had been pulled back, away from her face, and gathered at the crown of head. The rest flowed down her back in large curls. She was breathtaking.
She finally met me at the bottom of the stairs.
"You look beautiful," I almost whispered as I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her red tinted lips to mine.
Her lips parted from mine too quickly and I groaned.
"Watch the make-up, Iverson," she laughed, "there is no way I’m going back into that beautification hell." She gave a stern nod and then headed toward the door.
We wrapped up in our coats and headed to the waiting car. My willpower was fully tested when she sat down, the slit in her dress parted, revealing her thigh.
I wonder if there are any empty rooms at the Grand Prospect.
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Lilli
Reaching the top step, I noticed Aiden. He looked completely deep in his own thoughts, but that wasn't what made me pause. He made me pause. The tux that Aidan was wearing was unbelievable. It made his broad shoulders look like they were chiseled by Angels and his hair, Jesus. His hair was in its normal state of messy disarray, though it looked as if he had tried to tame it for the evening.