Page 64 of Missing Pieces (Men of Manhattan 3)

"You're not my pimp, Tyler Stevens. I can pay for my own clothes. And I like this one." She gestured to the froufrou skirt she was wearing. It covered way too much of her perfect legs. It was almost sinful.

I leaned against the doorjamb of the changing room. "At least try on the red one."

"Fine. But I'm not going to like it."

I laughed and stepped away from the door as she slammed it in my face. I wasn't exactly sure how we had ended up in a thrift store just minutes away from the Las Vegas strip. Hailey had insisted she wanted to do the Las Vegas scene right, and now she was suddenly being shy. Why she felt uncomfortable showing off her perfect body, I had no idea.

The door to the changing room opened a crack. "Seriously, Tyler, it shouldn't even count as a dress. There's not enough fabric for it to garner that definition."

I pushed the door open. She was breathtaking. The tight red fabric plunged low in the front and tied around her neck, leaving her back completely bare as well. And the hem of the skirt landed right below her ass.

She shifted, trying to pull the fabric down her thighs.

"You look sexy as hell."

Her face turned red. "Stop it."

"Hails, seriously, you have to wear that."

"Wear what? This isn't a dress!"

I laughed and pulled her into my arms. "You're perfect, you do realize that, right?"

She blinked up at me. Her eyes were such a warm shade of brown. Almost caramel colored. Every time they landed on me, I got completely lost in them.

"So you want me to walk around...in public...in this dress?"

"Absolutely." I let my hands slide to her ass. "And in those shoes." I nodded to a pair of stilettos I had placed by the dressing room door.

She laughed. "Fine. But only if I get to pick you out a bowtie to wear."

"Done. I can rock a bowtie."

She reached around me and grabbed the most ridiculous red and black polka dot bowtie I had ever seen. She pulled one of my hands off her ass and placed the bowtie in it.

"It matches your dress. Couldn't get any better than this." I looped it around the collar of my shirt and tied it in place."

Hailey put her hands on her hips. "I'm impressed. I didn't think you'd have any idea how to tie it."

"Being in a frat had its perks. I know how to dress to the nines." I watched her strap on the matching red heels. Her legs looked even longer, if that was possible.

She laughed. "Right. Well, we better get going." She grabbed the clothes she had been wearing and walked toward the checkout. "The night is young," she said over her shoulder with a seductive flip of her hair and a sway of her hips.

I smiled as I followed her. I ignored her protests as I paid for our outfits. And I looped my arm around her waist as we walked back to the car.

"You look so pleased with yourself," she said with smile. "Just for the record, I'm going to make you work for it tonight. I don't just put out for a nice dress."

"I never imagined that you would. That's not the type of girl you are at all."

"And what type of girl am I?"

"Oh, you're definitely a ball buster."

She laughed. "I am not. Although with these shoes, I'm sure I could bust a few."

"Remind me not to upset you tonight." I opened up the passenger side door for her.

"Well aren't you quite the gentleman?" She straightened my bowtie and then climbed into the car.

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