Paul was smart enough to keep silent at that.
“I suppose you’ll want me to do it wearing my cheer-leader’s uniform?” she sniped.
He laughed, freeing his hand and sweeping it along her body from breast to mons.
“I think I covered that earlier,” he reminded her. “Although I have no doubt it would be fun and erotic I am just as pleased to have you dressed this way.”
Christy made a snorting sound, but didn’t say anything.
“Mind you, if it chanced that you have your outfit with you when we’re alone I won’t object to you wearing it, but not in a car. I’d like you in a bedroom, preferably mine. Somewhere we could experiment a little.”
Christy gave him an indecipherable look and reached for her clothes.
“I think I’ll be better off if we adjourn to The Grande for a while,” she announced. “I need a drink.”
Paul silently assented, waiting for her to get dressed. Driving to The Grande Paul found Christy was resting her hand on his thigh. Just resting there, but that told Paul everything was fine. He wondered if she would be willing to come to his place, complete with uniform. Not that he’d suggest it, but hopefully she would.