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 before me, I offered her my arms and was glad she had taken it. Then, I led her to our car.
I let the driver drive because I might have had a few drinks at the party later. "f**k," I muttered after I saw her back. I didn't think that the design was like that.
Her back was bare, almost down to her ass; I was just thankful that it fitted her well and that the gown didn't move out of its place with her every movement.
When we were both sitting in the backseat, I asked her, "Why did your friend make you such a gown?"
"Why? It makes me feel and look beautiful." She replied.
"Are you trying to make every man's crotch bulge like mine now?" I a
