“No, not that shirt!”Latoya practically yells. “You need to wear one of mine.” She pulls out some complicated bundle of strings that’s supposed to pass as a top. My D cups would be more secure in a bikini top.
“Girl, no,” Keri disagrees. “Did you see the way he looked at her at the pool? She could show up in a nun’s habit, and he’d still try to get it.”
Latoya sighs long like she’s a professional saddled with amateurs. “That peplum top is cute, but it’s not gonna cut it, Sis. We’re going out. You want him to die to get you alone. This is not an interview.”
Latoya rummages through her luggage and pulls out a bedazzled top. “Try this on,” she orders. It's a cute top; a bustier covered with several types of costume jewels. I shuck my shirt and bra letting the girls hang free. “Girl, he’s gonna motorboat the hell out of those things,” Latoya sighs. “I’m not into girls, and I want to squeeze them.”
“Breasts my size aren’t always fun ya know. I would love to wear some of the shirts Keri can wear.”
Keri looked at her modest chest and shrugged. “I got enough for a good handful, and a good push up bra goes a long way.”
“And you can decide when you feel like wearing a bra. Let me try that shit. I’ll knock people out.” They chuckle as I wiggle into the bustier.
I turn my back to let one of them fasten the hooks. The minute my ta-tas are in a vice grip, I turn and shake my breasts to test out the top. They are secure. The black background makes the jewels shimmer more.
“Bidi, bidi, bom, bom,” I sing as I do my best Selena spin. “I like it, where did you get it?”
“Fashion Nova, it’s called ‘Here to Shine,’” Latoya announces proudly.
“You remember what they named it,” I say, “I like it but not for today. If I do end up getting naked with Axel, I don’t want you accusing me of losing a jewel.”
Latoya squinted as if thinking of a solution to solve world hunger. “You’re right,” she agreed. “He’ll probably rip it because it has a bunch of latches at the back. Hook and eye closures can be a bitch when you’re trying to fuck. I have a different one.” She rifles through her things once more. “Do you have a black bra?”
“Yes!” I pull out a lacy little number. “It’s a front-close push-up bra from Victoria Secret’s Very Sexy collection.”
I shrug it on and secure my boobs. I slide my hand in the cups and adjust myself to ensure my nipples are in the right place—big boobs problems. I place my hands on my hips.
“Okay, what you got?”
Latoya waves a black floral top in my face. “They call this one ‘Jackie.’ It’s a ruched crop top. It’s slightly see-through AND you control the amount of cleavage.”
I pull it on, it’s lightweight and soft. I pull at the strings and tie it accordingly. The tied strings rest on my belly. I spin again while checking my reflection in the mirror.
“This is more like it, sexy, subtle, and easy to remove…”
“I still can’t believe you’re about to sleep with someone you’ve only known a few days.” Keri’s awe of me makes me feel like I told her I speak ten languages fluently. “The crazier part is that…I,of all people, am one hundred percent on board with your decision. I would be disappointed if you didn’t. Craziest shit ever. Part of me feels that if I was in your situation I would sleep with the guy too.”
“Oh, honey, they’d better do more than ‘sleep’ tonight. It’s our last night here. It’s now or never,” Latoya explains between lip gloss blots. She checks herself in the mirror to confirm she looks as good and she feels. She does. Her red bandage dress hugs all her curves alluringly, and her strappy stilettos scream, ‘fuck me”’ I will not be surprised if Keri ends up in our room alone tonight.
My stomach flutters again. I’m nervous and jittery. I slide into my distressed, black jeans, anything to distract myself. I want Axel in the worst way, but I’m sorely out of practice. I want it to be good for him. I don’t know why, but I feel the need to blow his mind.
I wasn’t insecure when I was with Dre, but I’ve never felt the urge to be flashy for him. I wasn’t the one to wear super bright colors, bulky jewelry, or any other type of attention-grabbing accessories. My fashion choices were always classic and conservative. I was never out of shape because I’ve always kept a steady diet and exercise regimen, but it became doubly important to be strict after my split with Dre. I refused to let my break up stress show in my thighs. Nope.
I’d continued my conservative ways up until I met Axel. There’s something about the way he looks at me, kisses me, and touches me that makes me want to be the type of woman who will go out of her way to be ultra-sexy for her man. Within seconds of meeting on the beach, Axel was already in my space and daring me to be bold. Fast forward a few days, and I’m dressed in my skimpiest underwear, wearing my tightest jeans, and hoping like hell he wants to skip the bar and go straight to his room.
Axel makes me want with an intensity that I didn’t know was possible. It’s terrifying. No woman wants to be the subpar one-night-stand. I push my fears aside, every time we kiss it is electric; I just have to have faith that our chemistry will transfer to the bedroom.
“I’m ready,” Keri announces after fluffing a few curls.
She keeps it simple with skinny jeans, boots, and a baby tee. Her naturally slim body has subtle curves in all the right places. She does a few Top Model poses for her Instagram with Latoya jumping in a few. I shake my head. Those two are always taking pictures.
I pose for a photo while we wait for the elevator; it chimes and allows us entry. My phone pings shortly after the car starts to descend. It’s an alert informing me Latoya tagged me in a photo.
We’re busy laughing at Latoya’s petty ass hashtags when we run into Axel in the lobby. His white Psycho Bunny polo shirt and dark denim jeans make me want to cry. He’s so damn sexy. I move from anxious to eager. I want to take every inch of clothing off his body—with my teeth.
His eyes eat up my body, expressing his intentions. My knees are weak. All I want to do is skip dinner and drinks to do what my body has been craving since Tuesday. He ushers us to our booth and slides in next to me. I sniff the air, then him.
“Cologne? I didn’t know you bothered with such a thing,” I tease.
