Page 27 of Tiny's Law

“Eight.”

“FaceTime me.”

I hang up and click the FaceTime button instead, situating my phone on the large countertop inside my closet.

It doesn't phase Reggie when he answers the phone and I’m butt naked. He's used to it by now. If I’m home, I’m usually naked. Sometimes, I even vacuum naked.

“What the hell do I wear to this place, Reg?”

“Well, I can see you already have hair and makeup out of the way. I was going to suggest a nice smokey eye, so good job.”

I roll my eyes and drop my shoulders. “Help me.”

“Are you trying to get laid?”

Owen pops in the screen and I let out a groan, nodding. “Wear red lingerie. Men love red.”

Reggie swats him out of view. “Quit looking at her tits.”

“I may be gay for you, baby, but tits are tits. And hers are nice.”

I grip the tits in question and give them a squeeze. “Hey, thanks, Owen.”

Reggie rolls his eyes as I pull on a red lacey set.

“I would go shorts, thigh-high boots, and ditch the bra. Wear that one red drapey tank thing instead.”

“Ooooh. You’re a genius!”

I leave the phone in its spot as I flutter around the closest, grabbing the different pieces he mentioned. I pull on my faux leather mini shorts and then my thigh-high Louboutin stiletto boots. I chuck the bra across the room, intending it to land on the chest of drawers, but it tumbles to the floor.

I hold the red satin piece to the front of my chest with one arm and reach behind my head to secure it behind my neck. The only other thing holding the top in place is the delicate silver chain that lays across my mid back.

I do a spin for them both, and they let out a loud whistle in unison.

“You guys are the best. Love you both. Wish me luck! I’m going to climb him like a tree tonight!” I giggle, earning a cackle from Reggie and a stern look from Owen.

“Be safe. You look sexy as hell, love,” Owen says before clicking the phone off.

I tape my pesky nipples down with tape so I don’t give everyone a show and pull a long, black coat off the hanger since it's likely to be chilly out tonight. I finish the look by pulling half of my hair up and securing it at the top of my head with a red satin ribbon to match my top. Grabbing a small purse that essentially only my phone and keys fit into, I’m all set.

I check my appearance a few more times, and once I’m happy with the way I look, I head out to the kitchen.

Just as I’m about to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, there’s a knock at the door.

I pull my coat on before answering the door and smile up at Tiny’s handsome face.

“Holy shit, you look incredible,” he rasps. I press up onto my tiptoes and place a kiss against his cheek before he steps through the door.

“You don’t look half bad yourself.”

A black t-shirt clings to his bulky frame with a leather jacket overtop. It looks just like the leather vest he was wearing the day I met him, patches and all, except this one is long-sleeved. Dark jeans hug his large thighs while his all-black Forces create a contrast against my cream-colored carpet. A chunky gold chain peeks out of his shirt, making my fingers itch to trace the path around his veiny neck.

“I was just about to grab some water. Do you want some?” I say to cool down my libido before I jump his bones five seconds after setting eyes on him.

“Sure.”

I grab two bottles from the fridge and hand him one before cracking mine open. “So, a strip club, huh?” I ask just as he sets his water down and drops onto the bar stool.

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