Page 47 of Bishop

“Only a month,” Amelia said, doing some quick calculations in her head. “We’re going to have to throw a party for you then. Evie, do you think you could cater it?”

Trying to keep up with the verbal volleyball, I said, “Yeah probably,” as Amelia artfully stroked some blush onto my cheeks.

“Cool. I’m thinking a “My Little Ponies” themed party. What do you think, Boots?” she teased mercilessly.

Boots grunted. “I’m thinking I’d rather it be a stripper, liquor, and unlimited blowjobs themed one instead.”

“Gross,” Amelia replied, drawing out a thin black pencil for my eyeliner. “Be careful on the turns, Boots. I’m working with eyeliner right now.”

I was still as I could manage as Amelia outlined my eyes with the pencil. Using her thumb, she smudged it a bit to add a shadowing effect.

“There. That looks perfect!” She dug into her second bag then and pulled out some slinky-looking fabrics. “Did you shave?”

I exploded into laughter. “I did,” I answered nervously.

“Good, that means that everything I brought is an option. Do you want to wear pants tonight or a dress?”

I thought it over. “Pants,” I answered, feeling like I was on some odd game show I didn’t quite understand the rules of.

She tucked away some of the unqualified options. “All right. Are you in the mood for something black or something colorful?”

“Dealers choice,” I answered, not caring either way.

Amelia tilted her head. “Boots,” she called up front when she couldn’t decide on her own. “What kind of pants turn a guy on most?”

“The kind that come off at the end of the night,” Boots quipped back shamelessly.

“Well that was helpful,” she grumbled.

A shiny, stretchy fabric caught my attention then. “I like these.” They weren’t my usual style, but there was something about them that appealed to me. And they looked like yoga pants, so they’d probably be comfortable, too.

“Great choice,” Amelia complimented, pulling the pants free from the pile.

Boots casually glanced back to see what I’d picked. “Are they tight? Bishop is a man with a working dick, so tight is always a good choice.”

Amelia rolled her eyes. “They’re the pants I wore last year when I dressed up as Sandy for the Halloween charity event. Do you remember those?”

Boots groaned. “Yeah, I remember those pants. I remember them often when I’m in the shower. But if Hawk asks, I don’t,” he said with a sly grin.

Amelia ignored his response. “Here. Wear these. Bishop will love them. Apparently, all men do!”

Amelia was much thinner and taller than me, but that was the beauty of yoga pants. One size could fit a multitude of figures. Yet another reason to love this miracle material!

“Evie needs to change, so don’t look back here, you pervert,” Amelia warned, keeping a watchful eye on the flirty biker.

I was kind of shy, so I wasn’t used to changing in cars while guys were present. Shimmying out of my jeans, I swapped them out for the sleek black pants and began inching them on. And boy were they tight! It took a minute to get them up and over my hips. But from what I could see, the finished product was well worth the trouble.

Amelia held up two similar-looking shirts. “Which one?”

One was a pink tank top and the other was a purple off-the-shoulder crop top that was really cute. “The purple.”

Amelia tossed the shirt in my direction. “Good choice. It’ll go great with your eyeshadow.”

As quickly as I could, I exchanged one shirt for the next. When I was situated, I asked, “How do I look?” I was showing way more cleavage than I was used to and I was just a little self-conscious about it.

Boots glanced back and gave me a thumbs up. “It’s definitely shower material.”

“He’s not wrong,” Amelia agreed. “Your boobs look fantastic in that!”

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