10. Honest

Cas' pov

“Maybe we should use that list of of topics to discuss during a date,” Ripley joked nervously. “Considering I’ve barely been on any dates and you, um, how do I put this?”

“Usually skip dinner and go straight for dessert?" I replied. “I’ve heard I am somewhat of a man whore.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Well, the whore part would indicate I get paid, and usually the women get more out of it money-wise than I do.”

Ripley leaned forward, her breasts catching my eye. The low neckline was the reason I picked this dress, and it did not disappoint. It was better she didn’t know this dress cost three times as much as the earrings.

I had no fucking clue about dresses, but I had an assistant pick out a selection for me to choose from, and this one from Robert Cavalli caught my eye. It was simple, yet irresistible. A little like Ripley right now.

Open back with small straps made of black silk that fell perfectly between her breasts. Fuck, it was perfect. Plus, it had a slit on the