“It doesn’t look like you,” Vigo said, reaching for a canapé from a silver tray of food that had somehow appeared on the coffee table.
I looked down. “It doesn’t feel like me either.”
“Then you need another dress, mouse.”
I returned to the dressing room and Meredith handed me a midi-length dress in deep purple lace, so dark it was almost black.
“I think this might be just the thing,” Meredith said.
I wanted to ask her what brand of makeup she used because her face looked as polished as it had two hours earlier when I’d started trying on dresses and her lipstick looked freshly applied.
I slipped the dress over my head and it dropped all the way to my waist.
“It’s strapless,” Meredith said, looking clinically at my bare chest. “I’m happy to bring you a bra from lingerie but I don’t think you need it.”
“I’ll try it without.” Strapless bras always made my boobs look weird.
I pulled the bodice up over my tits, and Meredith zipped me up.
It was a perfect fit, sexy in a demure kind of way, the fitted neckline cutting across my chest high enough to leave something to the imagination, the plum-colored lace nipping in at the waist before flaring at my hips.
The skirt ended mid-calf and Meredith bent to tie the silky ribbon at the waist.
“The boning in the bodice is all hand-sewn of course, and the lining is one-hundred-percent silk.”
I didn’t know whether it was standard protocol to give these details about the clothes or if she was trying to justify the unseen price, but it was interesting to learn about the craftsmanship of the clothes, something I’d never thought much about since my Blackwell Falls uniform consisted of jeans and shorts, T-shirts and blouses, and my coffee shop apron.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, studying my reflection in the mirror.
And it was. The dress was flattering to my figure, accentuating my waist and skimming my hips, and the color made my eyes look bright green.
Best of all, I felt like myself in this dress.
I opened the door, stepped out into the sitting room, and knew immediately I’d found the dress.
Jagger’s blue eyes heated with appreciation, and Hawk licked his lips as his molten gaze traveled the length of my body.
“That’s definitely the one,” Vigo said, popping something into his mouth.
I looked at the silver tray on the coffee table and realized the canapés had been replaced with something else while I’d been changing.
“Are those… nachos?”
Saks didn’t seem like a nachos kind of place. Then again, I hadn’t known Saks wasanykind of food place. I had no idea where all this food was coming from.
“Obviously,” Vigo said. “Want some? You can take off the dress to eat. Or we can feed you so you don’t spill.”
Jagger closed his eyes like he was at the end of his rope.
“I’m good,” I said.
“It’s a size too big,” Jagger said.
Meredith’s fingers grazed my back as she checked the tag. “It’s a twelve.”
“Too much fabric in the waist,” he said. “She needs a ten in this one.”
Meredith nodded and looked at me. “Why don’t you take that one off and I’ll bring you a ten?”
