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I mentally shrugged. Who gave a fuck if no one showed up? No matter what happened, I’d make tonight special for her.

I was getting dressed,after my shower, and I could hear Zoey speaking in disbelief.

“This cake is for me?”

“It has your name on it, doesn’t it?”

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”

I strolled out into the kitchen. Krista sat on the stool with a glass of wine. I looked around.

“Where’s Zoey?”

She motioned towards the table where a blonde chick bent over the table to take a photo of the cake. I took a moment to admire the way the fabric of the chick’s skirt hugged her tight buttocks.

My cock twitched, so I forced myself to pull my eyes away from that delectable butt.

“Where?” I glanced around the room.

The chick turned around. My brain didn’t compute what it was seeing.

It was Zoey.

But it wasn’t Zoey.

Blonde hair cut short. Artful make-up. Loose flowing blouse, a tight skirt, and thigh-high boots.

Her eyes looked huge and her mouth lush and pink. I could see the soft rise of her breasts beneath the silky fabric of her blouse. Her messy pixie cut accented her high cheekbones and delicate nose.

I instantly got hard. Uncomfortably so.

“Oh, hey,” I managed to speak.

The tentative smile on Zoey’s face slowly slid off. Then without saying a word, she rushed past me to her bedroom.

“You fuckwit,” Krista hissed.

I felt dazed as I blinked at her. “What happened to Zoey?”

“She got a make-over, that’s what happened. And you made her feel like crap.”

I wasn’t sure how I felt about punk rocker Zoey turning into a sex goddess even if my throbbing dick knew exactly how he felt. I heldeye contact with Krista hoping she didn’t notice the epic boner between my legs.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“No, you stood there staring at her like she sprouted two heads.”

“She caught me off guard.”

“Fix this,” she commanded.

I tappedon Zoey’s bedroom door.

“Zoey?”

No answer.

I knocked harder. “Can I come in?”

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