Page 46 of Just Say Yes

Annie clapped. “Eek! Okay, let’s go.”

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I staredat my reflection in the dressing room mirror. The skirt was too tight and the top was cut way,waytoo low. “Remind me again why I agreed to this?”

From behind the curtain, Annie said, “Because you love me. Also, I thought a lot about what you said the other night.”

I laughed, looking myself over. “You mean the part where I screamedI know my way around a dickin the middle of the Grudge?”

God, how many times had I replayed that scene in my head?Me and my ridiculous mouth.

Annie laughed. “Exactly. You’re entering your Hot Girl Era.” Her arm thrust through the curtain, holding an olive-green dress. “Try this. And,” she continued, “because fuck Trentfloppy dickFischer and every one of his hot, rugby-playing friends. You’re better than that.”

I bristled at the mild insult toward Logan, though I couldn’t help but laugh at her nickname for my ex. Typically I opted for being the bigger person and used colorful insults only in my mind. To be honest, it was a bit of a relief to share my hatred with someone else.

I slipped out of the clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. Part one ofMJ’s Magical Makeoverwas a brand-new, matching set of bra and panties. Annie had insisted that the secret to feeling flawless in any outfit was a pretty set of matching underwear.

I stared at the lacy, orchid-purple undergarments I had chosen. The memory of Logan telling me my purple sweater looked good on me and that purple was his new favorite color had drawn me to this particular set.

Why do I even care that purple was his favorite? Stupid brain. He probably exudes superhuman pheromones or something.

The bra cut low across my breasts, propping them up, and the see-through lace was delicate and feminine. The matching French-cut panties had a lacy edge that made my ass look fuller and sexier than it was.

It was impossible to deny—Annie had a point about matching underwear.

With a smile, I slipped into the olive-green dress. It hugged my curves and scooped low enough to be sexy, but not too revealing. I turned to see what it looked like from behind.

Huh. Not half bad.

With a pair of tights and some cute boots, I could definitely pull this off.

Annie handed me yet another outfit—this time it was a gray oversize cashmere cardigan and black leather pants.

“We said one dinner. Why do I need all this stuff?” I slipped off the olive dress and eyeballed the cropped leather pants.

Annie poked her head between the curtains of my dressing room, and my hands immediately crossed over my chest.

“Retail therapy.” She disappeared again and I exhaled.

Well, I had been in actual therapy for as long as I could remember, so I doubted therapy of the retail variety could do any harm.

With a deep breath, I tugged on the pants and slipped on the cardigan. It was the softest material I’d ever worn. A small smile lifted at the corner of my mouth as I looked at my reflection.

“You’re awfully quiet in there,” Annie called. “Let’s see it.”

With a grin, I pulled open the dressing room curtain and turned.

Annie clapped once. “Hot damn! That’s definitely it.” She stepped forward, adjusting the neckline so it clung dangerously close to the edge of my shoulder and unbuttoned the top button of the cardigan. “Tuck in the front?” Her artist’s brain was whirring as she examined me, and I did as I was told. Annie sighed. “It’sperfection.”

When I looked over my shoulder in the mirror, I couldn’t help but smile. Itwasperfect. The outfit was chic and edgy but, somehow, stillme.

My heart raced. No one could look at me and thinklittle sister.

I still hated that Logan kept popping into my mind. I also hated that Annie was trying to set me up, but I could be what she needed me to be for a single dinner.

I was good at being who people needed me to be.

With a smile, I looked at Annie and hoped I sounded genuine, despite wanting nothing to do with her setup. I sighed. “So tell me a little more about Kenny.”

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