“Hells yeah, I am.” I couldn’t stop a sigh. “Can you imagine that gorgeous ass in a tux? Good lord, I can.”
“Do you think he’ll be okay with wearing a tux?” she asked.
I sat on the ottoman at the foot of my bed and yanked on a bootie. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“Do youthink he can afford a tux?”
I gasped, turning to face her. “I didn’t think about that.”
“Well, you can always ask him and if he says no, then you’ll have to let it go.”
“Ah, no, I’m not letting it go if it’s about money, Dylan,” I argued. “I’ll simply offer to pay for it.”
Dylan groaned and dragged her hands down her face. “Addison! You sweet, naive, silly, silly girl.”
“What now?” I asked,pulling on my other bootie.
“Outside of the fact that Jake’s a grown-ass man, he’s also a little older than you, and if he can’t afford a tux, and you offer to pay for it, you run the risk of emasculating him.”
I shrugged. “If me offering to pay for a tux rental emasculates him, then he’s not the man for me.”
“How do you do that?” she asked in a whiny voice.
“What?”
“Just make a statementlike that and have it be okay?” she asked.
I smiled. “Jake’s gorgeous, Dylan, but if my money’s going to intimidate him, then it’s best we figure that out now. Because once he finds out how much I’m actually worth, all bets are off. I won’t know if he likes me for me anymore.”
“Hediddo a background check on you. He probably already knows how much you’re worth.”
“There is a great deal of itthat won’t show up on a background check,” I reminded her. “The actual amount in my trust fund, for example.”
She sat up. “Oh, yeah. I often forget about your one-percenter white girl problems. Must suck so bad to be you.”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry so much, honey. If he’s an ass, you can help me take revenge on him. If he’s not, then I’m gonna work really hard to peel every layer of his rentedtuxedo off him next week.”
“Well, I wish you and your magical vagina all the luck in the world.”
“I don’t need luck, Dylan. That’s the whole point of having a magical vagina.”
We both dissolved into giggles, but managed to compose ourselves just before Jake arrived.
My doorbell pealed, and I adjusted my bra for optimum cleavage then headed to answer it. Peeking through the peephole, I bitmy lip at the deliciousness that was Jake Parker and then pulled open the door. He wore dark jeans, black boots, and a tight-black T-shirt covered by a leather jacket. I swallowed, hoping to keep myself from drooling.
“Hi,” I said. “Come in.”
“Hey, Addison. You look beautiful.” He followed me inside and closed the door.
“Thanks.” I grabbed my purse and smiled. “Ready?”
“Yeah.”
“’Bye Dylan!”I called, noticing she’d made herself scarce.
I heard the muffled sound of her voice, but couldn’t make out what she said. I figured she probably wanted to hide, so I followed Jake to his car without seeking her out.
“Where are we goin’?” Jake asked as he held the door for me.
