Page 21 of The Game

More likely, I’ll bust the damn seams. Ashley and I have similar builds, except I’m a couple of inches taller and have bigger boobs.

Most of the time, I don’t pay any attention to them as their confined in a sport’s bra, but there won’t be any way to ignore them in this dress.

I lay the outfit down on the changing bench. After I’ve removed the perfectly acceptable dress, I shimmy inch by inch into the black contraption. When it’s firmly in place, because that’s the only available option, I gape into the mirror.

Holy batshit. My mouth falls open, and I twirl in a small circle. Wowzer. This thing is tight. I bend down at the knees to see what happens. Surprisingly, the fabric stretches with me, and my ass doesn’t end up on display.

It looks fantastic. My heart beats erratically in my chest, and my palms are covered in sweat. Oh, my God, am I ready for this? If Gunner has any interest in me sexually, this dress is like throwing out a red cape to a bull. I’m going to be pulverized.

“Get out here.” Ashley bangs on the door.

My hands shake as I twist the knob and step into my bedroom.

“Oh, my Gawd, Dani. You look amazing. You’re going to knock his pants off.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be ‘knock his socks off’?”

“Why?” She shrugs. “Do you want to play footsie with him or ride his flagpole?”

“Shut it.” I roll my eyes, but that doesn’t stop the shudder ripping through my body. I would love to ride his flagpole. Long and hard.

I might not be a girlie girl, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to experience being swept off my feet and flat on my back. Shit. I wave my hand furiously in front of me to cool off. My entire body is glistening like I’ve run a mile.

“Sit.” She straightens her shoulders and motions to the chair in front of my make-up table. The cases are covered in a light coating of dust, it’s been so long since I’ve used them.

As she applies the blush, eyeshadow, and eyeliner, I watch my face transform. I’m still me, but a seductive me.

Finally, she stands back. “What do you think?”

My bottom lip quivers. “Perfect. Thank you, Ash.”

“Don’t you dare fucking cry.” She swats my upper arm. “He’s going to be here any second, and you’ll end up looking like a raccoon.”

“Okay.” I gulp and ignore my inclination to get all blubbery. Damn it, I’m not a sap. Now’s not the time to get emotional.

The doorbell rings, and I choke on my spit.

“Good God, girl, you’ve got it bad. Hold yourself together, or you’ll end up puking on his shoes.”

“Shut up.” I smack at her and stand up. It’s Gunner. Why am I making such a big deal about it? I’m going to run interference for him. Nothing more.

When I open the door, I’m speechless. Gunner is wearing a custom Italian suit, and I’ve never seen a more handsome man.

My core instantly heats up and begs me to jump on him. He just got here. Calm down. But, damn, he looks good enough to eat. Inch by inch.

My gaze travel to his thighs and then to his crotch. Don’t look there. Shit. Too late. My eyes land on his crotch again.

Are his pants tight? Or is he happy to see me? I choke back a snort. I’m so out of my element here.

His gaze skates over my dress, and he doesn’t move. Several seconds pass, and he remains still as a statue. Is he breathing? Hell, is he okay? I wave my hand in front of him. “Gunner?”

“Yes?” The only thing moving are his eyes as they travel from my feet to my breasts and stay there.

I clasp my hands together in front of me to keep from crossing my arms over my chest. You let her convince you to wear this damn thing. Now, you’ve got to live up to it. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He shakes his head. “Yeah, I’m good. You look stunning. I wasn’t…” He trails off and blushes. “Shit. That’s going to come out wrong.”

Ashley comes up behind me and throws her arm around my shoulders. “You two are so cute. Go on. Have fun. Do something I wouldn’t do.” She laughs. “Never mind. That doesn’t leave much on the table. How do you feel about anal sex? I’ve never tried it. Well…” She presses her lips together as if she’s about to admit something top secret. “There was this one time… “

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