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Regan asked. She needed to hear Bree remind her.
    “No, and you know that.” Bree drove toward a close convenient store and parked. “I see you having the time of your life already, which is great. You have been unhappy this last year, and don’t try to deny it. Just do me a favor, okay?”
    “Anything!” Regan said with concern on her face.
    “Don’t get hurt, please,” Bree pleaded.
    Regan smiled. “You have my word. I promise to just enjoy this week for what it is and nothing more.”
    “Good girl, now get your cute ass in there and get dressed! You have a job to land.”
    When Regan came out, Bree nearly laughed out of shock. Regan had transformed from a twenty-nine-year-old florist in khakis to hello–hottie, looking more like she was twenty-five. She was speechless as Regan opened the door to the car and got in. It was obvious the girl worked out, but Bree had no idea how great she looked under all the clothes she normally wore. Sitting next to her was a woman with a flat, smooth stomach, full hips, and a well-crafted backside. The push-up bra she picked out made her chest look bigger than it really was. The tight, black faux leather pants with flared legs accentuated her curves perfectly, and the short halter top left her midsection bare.
    Bree blinked and looked at Regan again. “Girl, is that you?”
    Regan laughed and shook her head. “Yeah, I look ridiculous, don’t I?” she complained as she surveyed her clothing.
    “No! Dang girl, why don’t you show yourself off more often? You look great!”
    “I never had anywhere to go.” Regan sat back as nervousness set in again.
    Bree felt like she was seeing Regan for the very first time, really. Inside her cool demeanor was a woman who wanted to just have a little fun. She had known her for nearly eight years and always thought she was happy until a year ago. Bree just thought it was the getting older and not being married scenario playing out, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. No, Regan was a fun-loving woman who had always been responsible and worked hard to accomplish her goals but never found time to just live for the moment. Inside was a woman that was breaking out of her shell.
    Once parked outside the club, Bree knew that Regan needed a serious pick-me-up. “Okay girl, sit up straight!”
    Regan looked at Bree like she was crazy and smiled. “Okay, so now what?”
    “You are sexy! Sassy! When you walk into that club, own it!”
    Regan rolled her head and tried to loosen up. “Okay, own it, got it.”
    “Think about when you watched the strippers at the club the other night. I want you to recall their attitude, their expressions. Close your eyes, and adopt their confidence,” Bree coaxed as Regan complied with her instructions.
    Regan closed her eyes and thought about Shay. She pictured her walking out on the stage with authority, attitude. She expressed confidence, and it poured freely from her. Her smile was devilish and cocksure. Shay felt sexy as the eyes from the crowd drank her in, and she basked in it as she moved seductively across the stage. “Yes, confidence. Sensual, sexy,” she told herself.
    “Own it, girl. Get in that club and show them what I see,” Bree cheered.
    Regan opened her eyes and nodded. She stepped out onto the pavement and allowed attitude to wash over her. The high heels made her feel sexy, and she tried not to instinctively cover her midsection that was bare. As she walked, she kept Shay’s image in her mind and tried to mimic her subtle movements with confidence. She took a deep breath and opened the front door.
    Inside there were a few customers mainly there for cheap drinks at this time of day. A lone dancer was rehearsing on stage with little notice from the few patrons sitting around. Regan walked to the bar and remembered how sexy she felt the other night in here when she was kissing Damon. That’s it, she thought, it is coming back. The sensuality flamed inside her, and her skin became hot.