Page 76 of That Kind of Guy

The memory of Emmett staring hungrily at my boobs the other night before prom flashed into my head and I bit back a grin.

Emmett. Even the guy’s name sent a little shiver of excitement and horniness through me.

The other night was… incredible. There were no words. The best sex I’d ever had and we didn’t even have sex. Not that I’d ever admit that to Emmett, the guy had an oversized ego as it was. But the way his fingers slicked over me, the way he located the button inside me and undid me, the way he groaned and collapsed against me as he came in my hand.

Jesus.

“Are you okay?” Hannah asked with concern. “You look flushed.”

I snapped to attention. No horny thoughts about Emmett, not while his mother was sitting in front of me. I swallowed and smiled at Hannah. “Just a little hungry, I think.”

Hungry for more sexy times with Emmett, maybe.

Elizabeth gestured at my dress. “This isn’t the one.”

I glanced at the dress over her shoulder again, the vintage one, and turned back to them. “Well, gang, which one do you think it is? The second?” The second was a simple, slinky satin dress with a low back. It was pretty, and I looked pretty in it.

Hannah got up and walked around the couch. My stomach flopped. She reached for the dress,the dress, picked it up, and brought it to Geraldine. “One more.”

“No,” I said shaking my head. “I think the second one is better.”

“Just humor us,” Hannah said. “Please? Then we’ll get lunch.”

There was a flicker of challenge on her normally shy face. My stomach dropped. She knew. She knew there was something about this dress.

Geraldine took the dress from her and guided me back to the dressing room. I stared at the wall without a mirror while she helped me into it. The lining was satin and felt incredible. Goddammit. The weight of the dress felt perfect, luxurious, and smooth. It made me want to run my hands over myself again and again.

I could feel the worried look on my face as I stepped out.

Hannah’s eyes lit up. Elizabeth gasped. Max and Div didn’t say a word.

“What?” I asked. “Bad?”

“Look for yourself,” Elizabeth said.

I looked in the mirror and my heart flipped upside down in my chest. I bit my lip.

And then I started crying.

Elizabeth jumped up. “This is the one! We found it.”

“I knew it,” Hannah whispered to herself.

Geraldine practically sprinted to the front desk. “I’ll ring it up.”

“Wha—” I started. “Hold on.” I wiped at my eyes furiously.

I looked at my reaction again. The dress fit me perfectly, with a few cinches and clips here and there by Geraldine, and it was gorgeous. So gorgeous. Like, spend months hunting on eBay and vintage websites, kind of gorgeous. I swallowed again. My throat felt tight but my heart was flip-flopping. I wanted this dress, I could admit, I wanted it so badly, but could I marry Emmett in this dress? This was a real wedding dress, not just in the way it looked but how it felt. Could I fake-marry Emmett in a real wedding dress?

“You look beautiful,” Hannah told me with a soft smile, and I gave her one back.

I was going to be brave, and I was going to buy the gorgeous dress that made me feel like a million bucks.

Max and Div were looking at the veils, discussing which one fit my head better.

“No veils,” I told them. I tilted my chin at the sparkly comb clips on the table near them. “But you can pick a hairpin.”

Their eyes lit up and they hurried over to find something.

---