Page 38 of Sinful Temptations

“My left boob.”

“Only the left?”

“Yep, much smaller than my right.”

“Interesting. Now give me something else.”

I huffed out a sigh and turned side-on. My body was weird, but I guess it wasn’t hideous. I didn’t work out so there was no muscle tone, but I wasn’t flabby. I lifted my boobs and looked at my belly. It was still flat, so I said, “My torso is okay.”

“There you go. Now you’re on a roll. What else?”

Skipping my gaze over my boobs, I said, “I have nice shoulders.”

She groaned. “And you have lovely breasts, great hair, gorgeous eyes. Babe, you’re beautiful. Not like those plasticine women in Cosmo magazine. But who wants to be like them? They look like they got a pole shoved so far up their ass that it’s poking out their swollen lips. Trust me, babe. You’re hot in your own special way. Show Roman what the real Daisy is like and he’ll be fucking your brains out come midnight.”

I rolled my eyes. “We are not having sex.”

“Is that all you got out of my speech?”

I replayed it again in my head. She missed her calling. Zali should have been a therapist. “Thanks for the pep talk.”

“Don’t thank me. Fuck him.”

“OMG, will you stop?”

“Okay, fuck anyone. I don’t care. Just do it for me.”

I picked up my cute black dress with the gold zipper that ran its length, but quickly tossed it aside when I remembered Roman had seen me wearing it when I’d met Oscar. “You’re supposed to be helping me decide what to wear.”

“I know, but this is fun. Okay, you want help. Did he give you any clues?”

“Nothing.”

“Okay, is he a tenpin bowling guy or an opera kinda guy?”

I thought about this. “I don’t know. But neither of them seems like him.”

“Is he a dingy bar or a classy restaurant guy?”

I paused.“In between, I think.”

“Okay, here’s the plan. Put on jeans—your ass looks amazing in denim.”

It did?I turned my ass to the mirror. When God was handing out asses, my body must’ve been in a coma.

“Oh, I know!” she squealed. “Put on that sexy new red bra you showed me but wear a top that’s slightly see-through. And undo the top button. Guys like taking little peeks.”

I knew that only too well. But her suggestions were good. “Okay, hang on.”

After rummaging through my suitcase, I managed to dress exactly as she’d said. I tugged on the jeans that were so tight I had to jump into them. The blouse I chose was the same white one with the little pearl buttons that I’d worn with Pierre, only this time, I wore the red bra beneath. With my red converse sneakers, it looked like I’d chosen it on purpose. Smiling, I took a selfie and sent it to her.

“Nice. You nailed it. Now throw on a bit of makeup and do that wild thing with your hair—men love it.”

I was pretty certain men didn’t have an opinion on my wild hair. But, as time was running out, the wild thing was the best choice. “Okay, babe. I love you. Thank you. You’re the best.”

“I know. You can thank me with dick pics.”

Laughing, I blew her a kiss and ended the call.

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