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confess I spent nearly an hour on my makeup and my hair. I took Devin’s words so much to heart, I completely ignored the fact I haven’t heard from my cousin since she called me before leaving LA early this morning.
Hmmm, I hope everything is okay. Knowing Trish, she probably got caught up in one of the eligible men Devin was talking about and forgot to text me to let me know she was waiting for me.
When I arrive inside the lobby of the hotel, I make a quick beeline to drop off my coat before hopping into an elevator and heading to the fourteenth floor. I normally prefer to hang out in more casual places with my friends, but Trish believes in order to be seen as the successful Hollywood actress she thinks she is, it’s imperative to select the best venues.
Wow, this lobby is so luxurious. The recent renovations have truly done this place justice. Bymark hired a very well-known French designer to transform the unremarkable hotel into a premier spot. Pierre-Henry de Papassan was all over the news for months. The media couldn’t get enough of the eccentric designer and by the time the epic renovations were completed, you couldn’t get a table at their restaurant or lounge for months. The waiting list was insane. I’ve never had any interest in coming here, but Lia’s obsession with the story was amusing and she’d gladly provide an update to whoever was willing to listen.
I’m sure the cocktails are going to cost an arm and a leg. I’m also sure when the time comes to pay, Trish will have a convenient excuse to stick me with the bill.
As I get out of the elevator, I decide to text Trish as I make my way to the bar, but a text from Devin pops up on my screen. I read his message with a big smile on my face.
Bad girl, you didn’t send me a selfie.
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Shit, I forgot. I followed your advice and spent an insane amount of time in front of the mirror. I think I look good.
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I’m sure you look smashing, honey, but I still want to see with my own two eyes.
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You’re impossible. I can run to the bathroom before meeting Trish and take a—
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“Oh!” I I bump into someone. “Shit. My phone!”
“I’m terribly sorry. Are you okay?” the stranger I bumped into asks as we both bend down to fetch my phone. As he reaches to grab my iPhone, he drops his. We’re both scrambling to pick up our iPhones in the middle of the fourteenth floor of a posh hotel. How embarrassing.
“Can you believe this?” The stranger finally grabs both phones and we stand up.
During this whole exchange I’ve not been able to bring myself to look at him. I feel like a complete idiot for texting while walking. I quickly grab the phone the stranger hands me and when I look up to thank him, my jaw drops.
No way.
There’s so much chaos in my head right now it takes me a few seconds to realize his eyes are fixed on my chest. When I follow his gaze, I realize in horror my turquoise-blue see-through bra is fully exposed.
“Crap.” In all of the kerfuffle, my wrap dress has opened to reveal the Sexy Curves lingerie I selected as a pop of color to the black wrap dress I had slipped on to impress Trish. I knew I should have worn a pin. What was I thinking? I should know better than to let my big breasts loose like this. When you sport a pair of double Ds, I’ve learned the hard way the importance of containing these babies because sometimes it’s like they have a life of their own. “Oh, God.” It’s bad enough that I’m standing in the middle of a luxurious hotel half naked, but the sexy stud smiling at me is none other than my secret admirer from last Sunday at Vanilla Beans.
“I think you might want to cover up or else you’ll attract a lot of unwanted attention,” he chuckles, still fixated on my boobs.
I’m mortified and babble something inaudible before covering my exposed chest with both hands and running to the bathroom.
I only allow myself to breathe once I close
Hmmm, I hope everything is okay. Knowing Trish, she probably got caught up in one of the eligible men Devin was talking about and forgot to text me to let me know she was waiting for me.
When I arrive inside the lobby of the hotel, I make a quick beeline to drop off my coat before hopping into an elevator and heading to the fourteenth floor. I normally prefer to hang out in more casual places with my friends, but Trish believes in order to be seen as the successful Hollywood actress she thinks she is, it’s imperative to select the best venues.
Wow, this lobby is so luxurious. The recent renovations have truly done this place justice. Bymark hired a very well-known French designer to transform the unremarkable hotel into a premier spot. Pierre-Henry de Papassan was all over the news for months. The media couldn’t get enough of the eccentric designer and by the time the epic renovations were completed, you couldn’t get a table at their restaurant or lounge for months. The waiting list was insane. I’ve never had any interest in coming here, but Lia’s obsession with the story was amusing and she’d gladly provide an update to whoever was willing to listen.
I’m sure the cocktails are going to cost an arm and a leg. I’m also sure when the time comes to pay, Trish will have a convenient excuse to stick me with the bill.
As I get out of the elevator, I decide to text Trish as I make my way to the bar, but a text from Devin pops up on my screen. I read his message with a big smile on my face.
Bad girl, you didn’t send me a selfie.
-----
Shit, I forgot. I followed your advice and spent an insane amount of time in front of the mirror. I think I look good.
-----
I’m sure you look smashing, honey, but I still want to see with my own two eyes.
-----
You’re impossible. I can run to the bathroom before meeting Trish and take a—
-----
“Oh!” I I bump into someone. “Shit. My phone!”
“I’m terribly sorry. Are you okay?” the stranger I bumped into asks as we both bend down to fetch my phone. As he reaches to grab my iPhone, he drops his. We’re both scrambling to pick up our iPhones in the middle of the fourteenth floor of a posh hotel. How embarrassing.
“Can you believe this?” The stranger finally grabs both phones and we stand up.
During this whole exchange I’ve not been able to bring myself to look at him. I feel like a complete idiot for texting while walking. I quickly grab the phone the stranger hands me and when I look up to thank him, my jaw drops.
No way.
There’s so much chaos in my head right now it takes me a few seconds to realize his eyes are fixed on my chest. When I follow his gaze, I realize in horror my turquoise-blue see-through bra is fully exposed.
“Crap.” In all of the kerfuffle, my wrap dress has opened to reveal the Sexy Curves lingerie I selected as a pop of color to the black wrap dress I had slipped on to impress Trish. I knew I should have worn a pin. What was I thinking? I should know better than to let my big breasts loose like this. When you sport a pair of double Ds, I’ve learned the hard way the importance of containing these babies because sometimes it’s like they have a life of their own. “Oh, God.” It’s bad enough that I’m standing in the middle of a luxurious hotel half naked, but the sexy stud smiling at me is none other than my secret admirer from last Sunday at Vanilla Beans.
“I think you might want to cover up or else you’ll attract a lot of unwanted attention,” he chuckles, still fixated on my boobs.
I’m mortified and babble something inaudible before covering my exposed chest with both hands and running to the bathroom.
I only allow myself to breathe once I close
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