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into mine and I’m grateful because I can’t go in that room. Not without Zane.
“I know you don’t believe me, but I swear I’m okay with John and Scarlett being together.” I don’t mention that their togetherness will probably only last as long as the movie production does. But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe those two are made for each other.
“Sure,” she says, handing me a pair of metallic stiletto heels that have a string to wrap up your leg like ballet shoes.
“You think?” I ask, looking at them.
“Hmmm, you’re right, not wild enough.” Down at the bottom are the boots. “No fucking way,” she says, pulling out a pair of thigh high black boots. They hug the thigh. “These. They are definitely wild and totally sexy. You’ll look great in them.”
“No, you’ll look great in them. I’m too short for thigh highs.”
Jessica pulls the boots on and walks over to the mirror. She poses, popping her hip and pursing her lips. “Fuck yeah,” she says.
With her long legs, she looks amazing. “Now all you need is clothes.”
Jessica giggles. “I thought I’d just wear this.” She ruffles her hair.
“Or,” I say and hand her a pair of black satin shorts with a tee shirt and red belt, “You could wear this outfit.”
She takes them from me, slides off the boots, pulls on the shorts and the shirt, and buckles the belt. Then she slips on the boots. Her wild blonde hair and her long, lean body make her look like a rock star supermodel. “You’re a genius,” she says, kissing my cheek.
“Thanks. Now can you please focus on me? Because I’m a mess.” I feign sadness and then we both start laughing.
“It’s alright, Cade. I’ve got it figured out.” She digs through the pile of clothes on my bed. “I’ve decided you have to wear red. It’s the perfect color for your skin.” When she finds what she’s looking for, she holds it up. It’s a short tight fitting dress. The sleeves are a three quarter length, but they’re cut out at the shoulder and the back is completely bare except a small piece of string that ties at the neck.
I pull it on over my bra and undies. The material hugs my body, showing every curve. I look fucking hot. “So far so good,” I say, admiring myself in the mirror. I head back into the closet. “I need shoes.” There are at least a dozen lining the shelves, but more are in boxes.
Jessica pulls off the lids to several and finds a pair of stiletto red strappy ankle boots. They’re the exact color of the dress. “These. For damn sure,” she says, holding them up.
I take them. “Ooooh,” I say, sliding them on. They fit perfectly. Most importantly, they look amazing on my feet. I walk over to the mirror. Even though I’m short, my legs look long. “Gorgeous.”
Jessica comes up behind me. “We make quite a pair.”
I reach out and grab her hand. “Fuck yeah.”
She brushes some loose hair out of my face. “Hair and makeup. Let’s go,” Jessica says, directing me into the bathroom.
There are two sinks in the bathroom. Jessica stands in front of one and I’m in front of the other. Jessica lines her eyes in thick dark liner. I go for a more natural look on my eyes.
“So are you going to tell me what’s going on with you and Zane?” Jessica asks out of the blue. I glance over. She’s applying mascara.
“What do you mean? Zane is gone.” I brush on some smoky eye shadow.
Jessica closes her mascara and uses a thick brush to wipe off the excess makeup. “I’m not buying it. You seem too calm, too happy. Even if you didn’t really like Cruze, you seem altogether too serene.” She’s studying her face in the mirror. “Three days of alone time can’t make this much of a difference.”
I use my mascara and put it on thick to make my eyes pop. “I… don’t know what to tell you.” My hand goes to the pearl necklace around my neck. I touch it absently.
“Where did you get those, by the way? I’ve seen them on you a lot lately.”
I
“I know you don’t believe me, but I swear I’m okay with John and Scarlett being together.” I don’t mention that their togetherness will probably only last as long as the movie production does. But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe those two are made for each other.
“Sure,” she says, handing me a pair of metallic stiletto heels that have a string to wrap up your leg like ballet shoes.
“You think?” I ask, looking at them.
“Hmmm, you’re right, not wild enough.” Down at the bottom are the boots. “No fucking way,” she says, pulling out a pair of thigh high black boots. They hug the thigh. “These. They are definitely wild and totally sexy. You’ll look great in them.”
“No, you’ll look great in them. I’m too short for thigh highs.”
Jessica pulls the boots on and walks over to the mirror. She poses, popping her hip and pursing her lips. “Fuck yeah,” she says.
With her long legs, she looks amazing. “Now all you need is clothes.”
Jessica giggles. “I thought I’d just wear this.” She ruffles her hair.
“Or,” I say and hand her a pair of black satin shorts with a tee shirt and red belt, “You could wear this outfit.”
She takes them from me, slides off the boots, pulls on the shorts and the shirt, and buckles the belt. Then she slips on the boots. Her wild blonde hair and her long, lean body make her look like a rock star supermodel. “You’re a genius,” she says, kissing my cheek.
“Thanks. Now can you please focus on me? Because I’m a mess.” I feign sadness and then we both start laughing.
“It’s alright, Cade. I’ve got it figured out.” She digs through the pile of clothes on my bed. “I’ve decided you have to wear red. It’s the perfect color for your skin.” When she finds what she’s looking for, she holds it up. It’s a short tight fitting dress. The sleeves are a three quarter length, but they’re cut out at the shoulder and the back is completely bare except a small piece of string that ties at the neck.
I pull it on over my bra and undies. The material hugs my body, showing every curve. I look fucking hot. “So far so good,” I say, admiring myself in the mirror. I head back into the closet. “I need shoes.” There are at least a dozen lining the shelves, but more are in boxes.
Jessica pulls off the lids to several and finds a pair of stiletto red strappy ankle boots. They’re the exact color of the dress. “These. For damn sure,” she says, holding them up.
I take them. “Ooooh,” I say, sliding them on. They fit perfectly. Most importantly, they look amazing on my feet. I walk over to the mirror. Even though I’m short, my legs look long. “Gorgeous.”
Jessica comes up behind me. “We make quite a pair.”
I reach out and grab her hand. “Fuck yeah.”
She brushes some loose hair out of my face. “Hair and makeup. Let’s go,” Jessica says, directing me into the bathroom.
There are two sinks in the bathroom. Jessica stands in front of one and I’m in front of the other. Jessica lines her eyes in thick dark liner. I go for a more natural look on my eyes.
“So are you going to tell me what’s going on with you and Zane?” Jessica asks out of the blue. I glance over. She’s applying mascara.
“What do you mean? Zane is gone.” I brush on some smoky eye shadow.
Jessica closes her mascara and uses a thick brush to wipe off the excess makeup. “I’m not buying it. You seem too calm, too happy. Even if you didn’t really like Cruze, you seem altogether too serene.” She’s studying her face in the mirror. “Three days of alone time can’t make this much of a difference.”
I use my mascara and put it on thick to make my eyes pop. “I… don’t know what to tell you.” My hand goes to the pearl necklace around my neck. I touch it absently.
“Where did you get those, by the way? I’ve seen them on you a lot lately.”
I
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