Page 33 of Billionaire's Desire
“Yes. Let’s do it.”
“Okay. Good. I hope you have something to wear.”
I ran a mental catalog of all the clothes I brought with me. I have a couple of pajamas and a silk robe. I have cut off jeans and a few t-shirts, but other than my work clothes, I have nothing that could be worn to a club. Come to think of it, I probably don’t have dresses that I could go out with in my closet back home.
“Actually,” I pause, “No, I don’t think so.”
“That’s okay,” she replies unfazed. “I am pretty sure I have a dress or two that could fit you.”
“You don’t have to, Hilda.”
“Oh, that’s where you are wrong my friend. I definitely want to. In fact, I think I have just the thing.”
She pulls out her suitcase and ruffles around for a few minutes before she pulls out one of the dresses.
“There is no way that is going to fit me,” I tell her, picking the scrappy little number from her.
“But it will.”
“You forget that I am a lot taller than you.”
“Even better. That just means that it will hit you right above the knees.”
“Okay,” I reply, skeptical as I walk into our little shared bathroom to try out the dress.
I slip into the dress and feel it hug my curves just right. The fabric is soft and silky against my skin, and the hem falls just above my knees, showing off my legs.
The dress is a vibrant shade of red, bold and attention-grabbing. The neckline is plunging, revealing just enough skin to be alluring, but not too revealing.
I twirl in front of the mirror, watching the skirt flare out around me. The dress moves with me, almost like it has a life of its own. It makes me feel beautiful and confident, ready to take on the world.
The short length of the dress makes me feel a little daring, like I’m ready for anything. I run my hands down the smooth fabric and feel the hem brush against my skin.
All eyes are going to be on me, and I plan on relishing the attention. The dress is my armor, my shield, my way of expressing myself, pushing me out of my comfort zone.
It’s a short dress, but it’s so much more than that. It’s a statement, a declaration.
I walk back to our room.
“What do you think?”
“My jaw dropped, babe! Wow, your legs.”
I flush scarlet at her compliment.
“Thank you.”
“You can thank me later. Buy me a cocktail and we call it fair.”
“Fair trade.”
“I will do you one even better. I covered your lunch shift, and it was not that busy. How about, you get ready and head to Ebony, then I can meet you up there?”
I am touched by her thoughtfulness. “You don’t have to do that, babe.”
“I want to. It looks like you need an extra hand today. Let me do this for you.”
I walk over and wrap her in a hug.
