One
“Whose idea was it to dress up like a sixties girl group?” Juevator Vada Gibson asked. She stared at the shimmery silver sparkles on her cleavage and sighed. She’d squeezed her curves into the gold sequin dress, and her boobs practically jumped out of the low neckline.
“ It’s fun,” her best friend Maya said. “We’re adorable this way. Vada , I’m trying to find you a man.”
“Oh, sure, but I don’t need help.” Vada pulled the front of the dress up in vain, but her D-cup breasts refused to be any more contained.
“What do you mean, you don’t need help? You haven’t had a boyfriend in a year.” Maya fluffed the thick curls in her hair. “Levi has lots of friends coming tonight. One of them might be who you’re looking for.”
Vada debated an answer, but kept quiet. Once her friend made up her mind, nothing would change it.
“It’s a Halloween party, not a wedding.” Maya stood behind Vada again and sprayed hairspray onto Vada’s curls. “Go out there and have a good time.”
Vada flipped a lock of her hair out of her eyes. The glitter and thick makeup weren’t her norm, but it was Halloween and she wanted to be glam for a change. She pursed her lips. Parties weren’t her idea of fun, but a night of drinking and dancing would be good.
“You’re looking forward to the party, now?” Maya grinned. Her dark eyes shimmered. “I knew you would.” She giggled. “I’ve got a sitter for the entire night and the next twelve hours to have fun with my husband. Where’s the karaoke machine?”
“Downstairs with the margaritas. Give me five minutes and I’ll be down.” Vada waited for her friend to leave, then she sat on the edge of the bed. Halloween wasn’t her favorite time of year. She liked the colors of the changing leaves, the nip in the air and the festive decorations, but she hated the parties. At the different gatherings, the attendees were expected to pair up. She wasn’t ready for a relationship. Not so close to the end of her last relationship. Terrence had really screwed with her head, and she despised men who couldn’t be honest.
Vada swiped the makeup brush along her cheeks once more, then stood. The dress did showcase her curves. If the men downstairs couldn’t appreciate her, then screw ’ em . She wanted to have fun.
After one last look in the mirror, Vada headed downstairs. The music blasted from the DJ stand and colored lights danced around the living room. The bass thrummed through the floor. She bobbed her head to the beat. A handful of the partygoers had already shown up. She appraised the group. Three vampires, a witch and two cowboys...not the exciting group Maya swore would be there, but they’d do. She tapped Maya on the shoulder.
“Where’s your man?” Vada asked.
“He’s picking up more beer. He’s dressing up as a zombie janitor.” Maya shrugged. “He wanted to be a zombie.”
“Cool.” Vada surveyed the crowd again. The living room had filled up a bit more. Zombies, a disco dancer, three comic book characters and a sailor. Nice variety. A techno song blasted from the speakers. She wriggled into the middle of the makeshift dance floor and moved to the beat. Nothing mattered but the music and having fun. She hadn’t had enough fun in a long time. For the next two hours, she danced and immersed herself in the thrill of the party.
Maya bounced over to her and grabbed Vada’s hands. “Hey.”
Vada sang along with the song and nodded to acknowledge her friend.
“You’re being watched.” Maya turned Vada around. “The soldier. He’s been keeping an eye on you for the last fifteen minutes.”
“He has?” Pushy bastard. Who did he think he was? She focused on where Maya pointed and gasped. Maybe the guy wasn’t so ballsy…no, he was hot as hell.
The soldier wasn’t just a man in uniform...he sent shivers up her spine. Muscles where a man should be strong, tall enough to tower over her and icy blue eyes. She loved a man
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