Wearing nothing but my red panties and the strapless red bra I’d thought cute and sexy, I stared at myself in the mirror, gripping the edges of the sink.
Just breathe.
I could do this.
I had to do this.
I glared at my reflection, doing my best to ignore the pudge of my belly and the way my thighs dimpled when I straightened.
Anger surged, and I ripped the costume from the hanger and stepped into it.
I’d put the stupid thing on, walk out, and prove to Rafe that this all meant nothing to me.
He was making a mockery of me and my body.
Force the fat chick to dress as Mrs. Claus. Ha-ha.
I hauled the thin straps over my shoulders, muttering under my breath the entire time as I reached for the zipper at my side.
The fluffy white material that dipped around the V in the chest highlighted the shift in color from the red material to my peaches-and-cream skin.
The zipper closed without any trouble, and I gaped at myself in the mirror.
I’d thought the red dress made me look sexy as hell, but this?
I’d been wrong about the fit.
It was perfect.
Yes, the V dipped so low my breasts threatened to topple out, but the material hugged my curves, flattering my hips and ass in a way nothing else I’d ever worn had managed.
A heavy knock sounded on the door. “Time’s up.”
Rafe.
I swallowed the dryness in my throat and tucked my bag containing the dress and wire beneath my arm.
Convince them you’re not a cop.
I mentally encouraged myself with every step toward the door.
Easy-peasy. Not.
I opened the door, ready to face the criticism on Rafe’s face when he saw the fullness of my curves.
He blocked the entire doorway with his body, a toned and impressive body covered in a red Santa suit made of the same material as my dress.
It fit his sleek outline, the white tapering to a V that ended at his crotch.
“Sexy Santa and his reindeer, at your service.” Ash spoke up from behind Rafe.
Rafe held my gaze, and with nothing more than a look, he smothered my doubts.
Ash peered around Rafe and whistled.
He wore a brown suit with jingle bells around his neck and a set of reindeer antlers on top of his head. “You look good enough to eat.”
He licked his lower lip. “And we all know I love putting things in my mouth.”
