“If you don’t come out here, I will come in there.”
She huffs before the curtain ripples.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, my eyes running down the length of her in the navy dress Anita picked up. “You look incredible.”
“My boobs are practically out,” Bea argues, tugging at the fabric.
“Hardly. Sure, it’s a little low cut, but damn, that’s a good thing. You have a great rack, sweetheart.”
Her cheeks heat at my compliment.
“You’re wearing that to the party.”
“Oh no,” she argues. “I couldn’t.”
“Get one of your girls to do your hair and makeup, and everyone will be jealous as fuck that you’re with me and not them.”
“Stop,” she begs.
But I can’t.
Instead, I push to my feet and stalk toward her. I grip her waist before backing her into the cubicle.
“W-what are you doing?” she whimpers as I stand her in front of the mirror, much like I did last night, and step behind her.
“Look at yourself, Bea.”
She swallows thickly but does as she’s told, her eyes running down the length of the dress. It pools at her feet, covering everything but her arms and her insane tits.
“If you were looking at Sienna right now, what would you tell her?”
She chews on her lip, refusing to answer.
“Bea, what would you tell your best friend if she looked like you do right now?”
“I’d…I’d tell her she looks hot. That she should have her hair off her neck, smoky eyes, and pink lips to pick up the flowers in the dress.”
“Would you tell her it’s too much?”
She shakes her head. “Never.”
“So why do you think it for yourself?”
“I just…I stepped away from a life in the spotlight a long time ago. I like being in the shadows, quietly doing my thing. And?—”
“And then you met me,” I finish.
Her smile comes first, and then her laugh erupts.
“Yeah, and then I met you.”
“You’re too incredible to be hiding in the shadows, Bea. And if you’re mine, I’m gonna shout it from the rooftops.”
“That’s really unnecessary.”
I smirk at her. “Then people won’t believe any of it. You might not know this about me, but I’m not a quiet person.”
“I’m aware,” she mutters.
