Page 20 of Zade (Den of Sin)

Cyndi stands with her finger on her head like she’s thinking hard, “This is virginal but let's see if you have something sexier. They already know you’re a virgin.”

She pulls out the next outfit, a black lacy bra and matching boy short panties. It’s simple but sexy.

“This is the one. Are you sure Zade will show up? What if he doesn’t? Have you really thought about this?”

I sigh as I think about it for the millionth time, “Yeah. That's all I’ve thought about.”

I’m about eighty percent sure he’ll show up. I’ve run through it in my mind repeatedly. If he doesn’t show up? I still don’t have an answer on whether I will go through with it at that point.

“Alright. Let’s get you looking too good to pass up.”

I rise off the couch and follow Cyndi down the hallway to her bedroom and ensuite bathroom.

She smiles reassuringly at me, “It’s going to be okay. Put the lingerie on and then I’ll curl your hair.”

“I’m just going to put it up.”

Cyndi shakes her head like that is not an option, “What if he wants to pull it? Show them what long beautiful hair you have.”

I don’t know that I agree with her but I don’t argue because I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. Slipping my dress over my head, I remove my boring bra and panties and change into my more expensive one for tonight.

“Sit,” she says as she motions to her stool in front of her large mirror. It has lights all around it that she uses for YouTube tutorials. I take a seat and she begins to curl my hair in loose curls.

“If he shows, how sure are you that he’ll bid?”

I think about that for a moment as a grin spreads across my face, “I don’t know that he’ll have sex with me but I know without a doubt, he’ll never let another man have me.”

She nods along to the Britney Spears song she put on, “Well, I know you normally prefer your makeup light but tonight it needs to be dramatic. You want him to be drawn to those green eyes.”

“Whatever you think. I trust you.”

Lifting my chin she examines my face and then grabs primer and applies it to my face. I complain when she applies the foundation because I don’t like thick makeup. She ignores me and continues to my eyes.

“Fake eyelashes or not?”

I cringe inside, “Please, God no.”

She giggles, “Alright, no eyelashes. Look up at the ceiling.”

I try not to blink as she applies the mascara to my lashes. Once she finishes she points at me, “No crying. You will fuck up my masterpiece.”

She steps away from me so I can look in the mirror, “Wow. Cyndi. My eyes.”

Folding her arms over her chest, she raises an eyebrow, “Ye of little faith.”

I laugh as I rise off the seat, and take another glance in the mirror, “If this doesn’t do it, nothing will.”

Carefully, I pull my dress back over my head and walk to the door with Cyndi, “Text me. Seriously. I wish you’d let me go.”

I hug her tight, “Thank you, I need to do this alone.”

“You look beautiful, Amira. If he doesn’t take the bait he’s insane. Don’t let it make you think you aren’t enough. You are.”

I nod and walk out the door. From her words, I’m pretty sure Cyndi thinks this is not going to work and her doubt causes my own to creep in. Then again, would he be thinking of me while masturbating if he wasn’t attracted to me? I go through it all as I drive to the club. Zade is a good man and terrified of doing the wrong thing. He thinks it’s wrong to have sex with his eighteen-year-old stepdaughter. Fuck wrong. I want him and every time he looks at me I know he wants this too. He just needs a little help to get there.

ChapterThirteen

AMIRA

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