“That doesn’t work for you?”
“I just thought since I’m asking you out, perhaps I should make the effort to pick you up.” Maybe he didn’t want his precinct to see me strolling in to take him to lunch. I wondered what the rules were for fraternizing with the best friend of the enemy, so to speak.
“Well, I’m of the opinion thatwhen a beautiful woman asks me to lunch, I pick her up anyway.”
I shivered as my face broke out into a grin of its own accord. He thought I was beautiful. “Ah, sure. What time would you like to pick me up?”
“Twenty minutes?”
I had already showered and blown out my hair... now I just needed to find something to wear. “Is thirty minutes okay?”
“Sure thing. See you then.”
He hung up and I madea mad dash to my room, yelling for Dylan on the way, “Help! I need something to wear.”
When she didn’t snap to my command, I bellowed from my closet, “Dylan Linn James, get your ass in here and save my life, right now!”
“What’s going on?” she asked from the doorway.
“Jake’s picking me up in thirty minutes and I’m taking him to lunch. I need something that says, ‘Hey, I’ll let you enjoy thewonderland that is my body if you talk real soft-like.’”
Dylan nearly choked on a laugh. “Ohmigod, you’re insane.”
“Well, let’s not reveal that little nugget untilafterI’ve bedded him.”
“Because your magical vagina will make him ignore the fact that you’re batshit crazy?”
I jabbed a hanger toward her. “I’ll have you know, my magic vagina brings all the boys to the yard.”
Dylan’s eyes grewround as saucers. She made a choking noise and keeled over, landing face down on my bed.
I gave her a whole two seconds of death before I kicked the leg hanging off my bed. “You know that’s where the magic’s gonna happen, right?”
She bolted off the bed and covered her ears, muttering gibberish about being scarred for life.
I didn’t have time for her to have a traumatic episode. “But seriously,what should I wear?”
“Wear the shirt you bought last month when you dragged me shopping and jeans that’ll go with it.”
I flicked hangers as I perused my closet. Most of my clothes had been purchased while Dylan was under duress. “That doesn’t narrow it down for me.”
“You know. The blue sweater that dips low enough to show off the girls without being trashy, and the jeans with the rips in them.”
“Shoes?” I asked, examining my collection.
“The Jimmy Choos.”
I gestured at the row of Jimmy Choos (all my shoes were in rows by designer, alphabetically). “I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific.”
“The ones you correct me on when I call them shoes.”
I giggled. “The booties.”
“Toddlers wear booties, grownups wear shoes. And those are like wannabe boots.”
“You mean they’re perfect!”I exclaimed and raided my closet, dressing while Dylan flopped back onto my bed.
“Are you going to ask him to the dinner?”
