Page 86 of Be Your Forever
“Typical. Why do men do this? I swear, Xander does the same. Then they pull theyou look good in anything you wearcard. I swear, one day I’m going to dress in a unicorn onesie the next time Xander says to dress nice.” I laugh so hard that I accidentally snort.
“Oh, Ilike you. You and my best friend, Avery, will get along great.” We swap stories about the brothers while we drive to the mall. I used to hate shopping for clothes since I’ve gained weight. Now? I embrace who I am. Plus, it helps to have a man like Asher who loves every inch of your body.
“Okay, what are we thinking?” Amber asks as we walk into one of the department stores.
“Well, I want to look fancy, but I also want Asher’s eyes to bug out of his head. He likes me in red, so I’m thinking of something body-hugging in a deep red, like merlot or mahogany in color.”
“Yes, girl. Do you trust me?”
Ya know, for just meeting the girl, I feel a sense of safety around her. Her personality screams genuine. I know I can lay my trust and faith in her hands, and she’ll handle them like they’re glass.
“I do.”
“Great. It looks like we’re the same size, but just in case I’m wrong, I’ll do a size up and then down with each item. Now, off you go to the dressing room, and I’ll hand you things I find.”
I head in the direction of the dressing room, and my mind thinks back to one of the last times I was in one of these. With Asher’s tongue in my pussy like his life depended on it.
Fuck, it’s hot in here.
Amber is back in minutes, tossing garment after garment over the top. The first is a velvet number that’s a deep, red wine color. It’s floor length with a slit that stops mid-thigh with a gap in between the top of the dress and the skirt, showing off a little skin. I love the feel of it on my body, but it doesn’t feel likethe dress.
The next option is a knee-length bodycon dress in mahogany with a similar triangular cut-out in the front. The cut on the back of the dress is so low my entire backside is on display. I have three more dresses to try on, but I feel like this is the one. It’s silky, and compliments all my curves. It also doesn't hurt that it makes my tits and ass look damn good. I step out of the dressing room door and Amber gasps. She twirls her finger in the air, gesturing for me to spin. I have a winner. Both of us agree. We find a pair of strappy, gold heels that complement the dress perfectly.
She convinces me to stop in a lingerie store because according to Amber, a first date requires sexy new underwear. I have zero say because she’s dragging my ass inside the store. We settle on a hot pink lace bra and panty set that’s practically see-through.
We stop for an iced coffee before we’re headed back to my house.
We’re pulling into my driveway when I ask, “Do you want to help me get ready?”
“Oh my God, yes! Let’s have a whole mini spa day.”
Spa day…The last time I had one of those, it turned into something completely different. Thoughts of Asher creep into every crevice of my being, leavingme feeling hot and flustered. I guess that’s what happens when you spend as much time together as we do.
Amber and I have face masks on while we paint each other's toes. I’m hopping in the shower to wash and scrub every inch of me while Amber talks to her husband. I’m in a tank top and a pair of sleep shorts when she sits me down to do my hair and makeup. I’m facing away from my mirror so that everything will be a surprise.
Her words, not mine.
About an hour later, she’s putting the finishing touches on me, and when I turn around, I gasp.
“Holy shit, Amber, you’re good. Ever thought about doing this professionally? Cuz damn, you did amazing.”
“Yeah, I have my license and all, but I haven’t found a place that I want to work at, so I do it out of my home for now.” That’s when an idea strikes.
“I work at a salon. Well, not currently, as I’ve chosen to step back and heal after the accident. Since I’m most likely opening up my own bookstore with Asher, I won’t need to go back. I could put in a good word for you.”
“You’d do that?” Amber’s eyes shine with emotion, her hands clasped in front of her chest.
“Yeah, you’re talented. Your work deserves to be appreciated.”
“Ah, thank you. Okay, I’m going to go before I start crying. You look hot and I can’t wait to hear all about it. Here’s my number, let's hang out without our men orchestrating it.” I type her number into my phone and give her a hug goodbye. I glance at the clock, and I see that there’s an hour left until Asher picks me up. Nerves and excitement swirl together like a cotton candy machine. I haven’t been on a date in so long.
I’m putting on the finishing touches to my outfit when the doorbell rings. My shoes are in my hand as I hurry down the stairs. The second the door opens, the flowers in Asher’s hand fall to the ground, his jaw practically on the floor.
Asher
There’s more?
Fuck.Me.
