I try on the pink bikini. Itdoeslook good on me. It makes my pale skin look less pale, and the padding in the top pushes my boobs up.
“What do you think?” I ask, coming out of the bathroom.
She looks up from her phone and smiles. “I love it! You have to wear it. Don’t even bother trying on the black one.”
“But black is my color. I always wear black.”
“You did in New York. You’re in California now. We like brighter colors.”
“You sure?” I ask, looking down at the suit.
“Positive. And that top makes your boobs look huge.”
“I know, right?” I turn to the mirror. “They look two sizes bigger.”
“Throw on a shirt and some shorts and let’s go.”
Opening my dresser drawer, I pull out a t-shirt and my cut-off shorts.
There’s a knock on the door. “Rumor.”
It sounds like Braden. What doeshewant?
I go and open the door. “What do you need?”
His eyes immediately drop to my boobs in the tiny bikini, then lower.
“Did you need something?” I ask.
He smiles as his eyes move up to my face. “Nice outfit.”
“What do you want, Braden?”
“I’m looking for my dad.”
“Haven’t seen him. He was here this morning, but I think he left.”
“He didn’t say where he was going?”
“No.” I watch as his eyes lower back to my boobs. “Is that it?”
“Yeah.” He backs away. “See ya.”
I shut the door. “He’s such a pervert.”
Shayla races up to me. “Did you see how he looked at you? He totally wants you.”
“That’s disgusting! I’m his cousin.”
“But if he wasn’t your cousin, would you go out with him?”
“I have a boyfriend.”
“Assuming you didn’t.”
I pause. “Probably not.”
“I would, if he wasn’t such an ass. Braden is so damn hot. Trystan is too but Braden’s got that mysterious bad boy vibe that makes him even hotter.”
