Chapter Thirty Two

Jefferson's POV

Celina was walking down the stairs and she looked gorgeous. I couldn't get my eyes off of her. When she was right in front of me, I offered her my arms and I'm glad that she took it, then led her to our car.

I let the driver drive for us because I might have had a few drinks at the party later. "F***," I said, after I saw her back. I didn't think that the design was like that.

Her back was bare almost down to her a**'s, I was just thankful that it fitted her really well and that the gown didn't move out of its place with her every movement.

"Why did your friend make you such a gown?" I asked her when we were both sitting on the backseat.

"Why? It makes me feel and look beautiful." She replied.

"Are you trying to make every man's crotch bulge like mine now?" I asked and she looked down at my bulging crotch.

"It's because you're a pervert." She answered and looked away.

"Be thankful that I have already committed myself to this party, because if not, you're not