Page 15 of With Love, Alex

“What’s wrong with it?” Matt asked his forehead puckered.

Did he truly not see anything wrong with the costume he’d picked out? Matt was going as a doctor, dressed in scrubs and tennis shoes, while I was his nurse counterpart who was supposed to dress in the skimpiest of skimpy nurse uniforms. It looked like an outfit for role playing in the bedroom, not something you’d wear in public. I knew Halloween costumes for women were skimpy, but what he’d chosen was not something I’d ever seen in any Halloween costume shop.

“You can pretty much see everything I have to offer,” I replied before taking a deep breath and facing him. During the times I’d been with Matt, he seemed to like my body going by his enthusiasm, but I was not ready for this outfit. “Where did you even get this getup?”

“Getup?” He chuckled before taking the barely there piece of fabric off its hanger and handing it to me. “At a perfectly respectable costume shop.”

“I highly doubt that,” I countered, my eyes narrowed. “It’ll barely cover my tits and ass, and those… those shoes… I’m not sure I can even walk in them they’re so tall. I’m more of a flip-flops andUGG’s type of girl if you hadn’t noticed.”

“Those shoes will make your legs look fantastic and you can hang on to me all night if you need help walking.” The corner of his lip lifted. “I didn’t think it’d be a problem. The night I met you, you had on some sexy high heels. What’s the difference?”

“The difference is a couple of inches. I could barely walk that night it had been so long since I’d last worn heels. I’m serious about the possibility of not being able to move without falling.”

Looking down at the heels of the shoes he’d gotten me, he rubbed the back of his neck, “Did you bring any other heels with you?”

“I brought one pair that are a hell of a lot shorter and not as sexy. I didn’t know what the plans were for the weekend except for the party and you told me you’d take care of our outfits.” Walking to my suitcase, I took out my very short heeled shoes that weren’t nearly as nice as the ones he’d provided. Matt or someone had gone all out and gotten Christian Louboutin heels for me to wear. They were gorgeous and lethal by the looks of how tall the heel was. “I’ll try them on and see if I can walk, but I’m not making any promises. I might have to wear the heels I brought.”

“That’s okay.” He replied with a shrug. “I want you to be comfortable and your legs will still look great so whichever you go with will be fine.”

I kind of wanted to slap him. If he wanted me to be comfortable, then he should’ve thought about that when he chose my outfit. My boobs which were not that big would be close to hanging out of the top and I’d be lucky to not have a nipple slip sometime during the night. Not wanting to ruin the weekend and make the entire trip awkward, I decided to not say more on the costume Matt had supplied.

“How long do we have until the car picks us up?” I asked as I continued to look at what I was supposed to wear. Maybe it would cover more than it looked once I put it on, I tried to convince myself as I bit my tongue.

“A little over an hour,” Matt replied with a sly smile as he ran his hands up my jean clad thighs.

“An hour?” I jumped back out of his reach, grabbing up the offending garment and shoes before heading into his bathroom. “Why didn’t you tell me we had so little time? I’ve got to do my hair and makeup while still trying to figure out how to make this.” I shook the nurse costume in the air, “Cover up all the necessary places and then there are the shoes!”

Matt cocked an eyebrow at me as he started to undress out of his athletic shorts and t-shirt. Instead of saying anything which was probably wise, he continued to strip out of his clothes and then put on his scrubs. I watched him from the mirror as I put on my foundation. Although Matt wasn’t what I would normally choose for myself, he was attractive and built. I couldn’t help watching as he took everything off except for his boxer briefs. Once he was done, Matt came into the bathroom where he proceeded to brush his teeth and put on deodorant. And just like that he was done. Men had it too easy.

Since I didn’t usually wear makeup but did like to watch videos and read articles about makeup, I tried to do what they called a night look. Either I didn’t do the smoky eye thing right, or it wasn’t a good look for me. It was way too dramatic, but I figured for a Halloween party it would do. I added a dark red lipstick that I hoped would stay on my lips and not on my teeth before I tackled my actual costume.

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I couldn’t stop pulling the front of my skirt down as our limo slowly made its way up the hill that was packed with cars on each side. It was the week before Halloween and everyone in the neighborhood had some sort of decoration up for the holiday. Some only had simple fall flowers or pumpkins out while others went all out with their decorations. From the looks of the house we were slowly pulling up to Becca Matthews had outdone any house I’d ever seen decorated for Halloween. I wondered if it was her favorite holiday or if she always went all out for each one.

Becca Matthews was the child of Helen and Russell Stone, two actors that had been together for almost forty years after filming the romantic comedy, Rough Shot. They were one of the few golden couples of Hollywood. If they ever split up the world would be devastated and stop believing in love. Even seeing them in pictures you could tell they loved each other beyond measure and were happy no matter where they were if they were together. Their love was what fairytales were made of. Sadly, Becca hadn’t had their same luck in love. She’d been married twice producing one child from each marriage. Neither had worked out.

Her long, sprawling two-story house had ghosts and goblins hanging from the trees, tombstones in the yard, spiderwebs stretched here and there with different sized spiders residing in them, smoke was rising out of a cauldron where a mechanical witch stirred and cackled, while a red light glowed on the front of the house made it look as if it was dripping blood. There was a line of people all dressed up waiting to be let into the party with their costumes ranging from superheroes and children book characters to scary and scantily clad. Even though I was still uncomfortable in my outfit seeing that there were people dressed in way less on than me did settle my nerves. Somewhat.

After about thirty minutes of waiting in line, doing some serious people watching on my part, and showing our invitation to the bouncers at the door, we were finally let inside the party. Nerves about my outfit were long gone and replaced with new ones about all the celebrities that were sprinkled throughout the house. It was packed and everywhere I looked I saw someone I’d either seen on TV, the big screen, or a magazine. I knew my nerves were unfounded especially after meeting Colton and Matt, but I couldn’t help myself. It wasn’t like if I made a fool out of myself that I’d ever see them again. The possibilities of that were slim to none, but I’d thought that once before.

A DJ dressed as the devil played music in the corner as we made the long trek to the kitchen to get a drink. Matt didn’t say much except to point out who he thought I might be in celebrity awe of, which I thought was funny since I hadn’t acted that way in the slightest the night I met him. He held my hand firmly in his as we zigged and zagged through the crowd, bumping a few shoulders along the way. His affection, which was something I wasn’t used to, was easy and seem to come naturally to him, making me like him all the more. It wasn’t until we were away from the music and people swaying to the beat that he stopped to greet a friend. Dressed up as Batman with his face covered, I had no idea who the friend was until Matt introduced us.

“Alex, this is my good friend, Reeves Jenner. Jenner, this is Alex,” Matt grinned from beside me, a gleam in his eye as he introduced me.

There’d been no discussion about what we were. We lived too far away from each other to see the other much. I’d only asked that if we were going to have sex that I be the only person he had sex with even though we were using protection. Matt didn’t seem to have a problem with that even if it did mean being exclusive.

“Alex, hey,” Reeves voice boomed as he shook my hand vigorously. “It’s so good to finally meet you. I have to be honest here, I thought Matt was making you up when he started talking about you.”

Why would he think I was made up?

“All good things I hope.” Putting on my best fake smile, I looked at Matt from the corner of my eye to see his cheeks slightly pinked up.

What had Matt been saying about me?

“Too good to be true.”

Clearing his throat, Matt asked, “We were headed to get a drink. Want to join us?”

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