Page 95 of Wild Love
I know it can’t last much longer, but I’ve done an impressive job not worrying about it and just enjoying the time together.
Friday evening, I’m getting ready for the gala while talking to Reagan, Ginny, and Sienna.
“Your makeup looks A-plus,” Ginny says, giving me a thumbs-up.
“I learned from the best,” I tell her. She is the makeup queen. “Reagan? How’s my hair?”
“Big and badass.”
“Put on the dress!” Sienna says.
I smile at their eager faces on the screen of my phone. I miss them.
“Okay. One second. It’s hanging in the closet. Maverick has been trying to sneak a glance at which dress I picked all week.”
He had so many options sent over I was a little overwhelmed. All different colors and cuts. All my size. I think he’s going to be surprised by my selection.
I slide the silky material over my head and ease up the zipper on one side.
I walk back to my bedroom, where my phone is propped up on my bed. “What do you think?”
Ginny gasps, and Reagan’s jaw drops.
“Damn, Dakota,” Sienna says, finally.
“Not too much?” I smooth my hand over the skirt. It’s lacy and sort of poufy and girly and nothing that I ever would have picked out.
“It’s perfect. You are stunning.”
“Are you wearing your red Converse?” Ginny asks.
“Nope.” I kick up a foot to show her the red strappy shoes I bought. Still red, just a little sexier.
“It’s like I don’t even recognize you.” Reagan holds a hand over her heart. “I knew there was a vixen in there dying to dress up for the right guy.”
“Maverick prefers me undressed,” I say, and then my face goes hot. I’ve been careful to draw a line between how much I tell our friends. When I go back, I don’t want it to be weird for anyone.
“I should go. He’s probably waiting.”
“Take pictures!” Reagan yells. “I want to see you two together.”
“I’ll see what I can do. We’re still walking the careful line of being friends in public but not making it obvious we’re…” I grapple with how to describe our relationship.
“Tearing into one another on the regular?” Sienna asks with a smug grin.
“Something like that.” I pick up my phone and my clutch for the night.
“I’ll call you guys later.” I kiss the air and end the call.
I glance in the bathroom mirror one last time. I hope I didn’t overdo it.
“Kota, you ready?” Johnny calls from the living room, right on cue.
“One second,” I yell, blow out a breath and walk my vixen badass self out to the living room.
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