“Paired with my black dressy shorts, you will be smoking hot.”
“My feet?”
“Not your Chucks.” Mia crossed to my closet and pulled out a pair of ankle boots. “Perfect.”
“No bra?” I worried my lip, but my eyes stayed glued to the top.
“You can pull it off,” Mia told me with confidence. “You like?”
Nodding, I looked at her. “I think so.”
“We’ll style your hair down,” she said as she gave me a reassuring smile. “That way you can hide your back with your hair if you’re nervous. Or your boobs,” she added dryly.
“Mia!”
“What? You think I don’t see them nipples pointing up and saluting him whenever he’s near you?” She grinned as she pulled a slinky dark green playsuit out of the bag. “You like?”
“Whoa, that isshort.”
“See? You’re not the only shorts girl tonight.”
I frowned. “But my shorts will actually cover my ass.”
Mia laughed as she headed to her room. “So will mine,prude.”
Looking around the room, I stared at the chaos I had created, and with a heavy sigh, I started to tidy the mess. When I was finished, I looked at the bag pushed to the back of my closet. Shutting the closet door, I decided I would worry about it later.
I showered first and let my hair half dry before I blow-dried it as Mia sang country songs in the shower.
Getting ready was always fun with Mia. I loved watching her style her hair. She had deft fingers, and I watched as she quickly parted her hair into two French braids. Her plaits pulled her hair off her face, leaving the perfectly oval face stark and bare, and she opted for only eyeliner and mascara and then a deep pink lipstick. It was so plain but so in-your-face attention-grabbing. I knew Alex would die of lust as soon as he saw her tonight.
“My turn?” I asked as I dutifully sat in front of her.
“Your turn. Let’s get some bounce in your hair.”
I watched as she styled my hair, her strokes smooth and confident. Between a curling iron and her fingers, I soon had more bounce in my hair than was natural, but not too overdone.
She applied dark smoky eyeshadow, sweeping the color across my eyelids while she hummed happily. On the instruction not to move, Mia applied my eyeliner, and then I was instructed to give each eye three coats of mascara. She cleaned off my cheeks with a tissue and then applied a tinted moisturizer over my cheeks and forehead before I got a sweep of pale bronze on my cheeks. My lips she left nude, and when she stepped back, I looked good.
I looked better than good.
“Wow.”
“You look hot,” she said proudly. “If number eight doesn’t die on the spot, he isn’t worth your time.” Holding my top up, she grinned. “And the beauty of this top?” Unbuttoning the three buttons at the neck, she let the top fall away. “You canstepinto it.” Handing it to me, she pointed at my room. “Bra off, sexy panties on.”
“Mia,” I protested as my cheeks flamed.
“Lace ones — make him want to tear them off you.”
“Mia! Will you stop?” I laughed as I headed to my room. “I’m dressing for me, no one else.”
“Course you are. Make sure you wear the G-string.”
“I don’t own a . . .” I stared at the lacy, flimsy thing on my bed. Holding it up, I examined it.
“You’re welcome,” she said to me as she stood in the doorway.
“I owe you money,” I said as I glanced at the panties again.
