Page 16 of Chosen By Love

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Rebecca

The next Saturday, Tracee and I drove over to Lenox Square to do a bit of shopping. We entered the dimly lit store that specialized in women’s clothing. The store was filled with everything from sexy dresses to exotic nightwear. I gasped when Tracee picked up a pair of crotchless see-through panties.

“I bet your sexy boss would go berserk if he saw you in a pair of these,” Tracee said with a teasing glint in her eyes.

I could feel the heat rising up to my cheeks. I had never worn anything that scandalous in my life. This kind of store was not my usual place to shop, but my friend was an adventurous type. I assume that’s why her husband couldn’t keep his hands off her whenever I saw them together.

“No, I don’t think—”

“Come on, Becca! You got to live and explore your wild side sometimes,” Tracee laughed. “There is nothing wrong with being professional and sexy at the same time.”

I gave Tracee a narrow-eyed look. “Do you expect me to prance around the office in these?” I snatched the scandalous pair of underwear from her hand. I glanced around the store to make sure no one was watching us. “I came shopping for a couple pieces of office wear. That includes a couple of skirts, blouses, and maybe a dress or two. Girl, you are too much!” I said, trying to replace the underwear, but Tracee snatched them back and grabbed a couple more pairs of equally scandalous pieces to add.

“These are on me,” Tracee said as she held up some lacey colorful matching bras to go with the underwear. I already know your size, so go grab your straight lace dresses. You will be feeling like a sexy goddess underneath. I’m going to find something as well. Paul will love it, that I guarantee,” she chuckled.

I smiled and shook my head because there was no need trying to talk Tracee out of purchasing the items she held in her hand.

I walked over to the row of dresses and found a couple that I liked. I even added two skirts and blouses to my pile, before we were both ready to check out.

“So, when are you going to take Brett to meet the parents?” Tracee asked me as we devoured tacos in the Food Court.

“I don’t know, the subject never came up. I don’t know if we are even ready for that,” I admitted, even though I had no reservation with Brett meeting my parents.

“Well you should invite him over for your mother’s famous Sunday dinners or something.”

“Maybe I will. I will have to run it by mom first.”

Tracee cackled. “Now Becca you know your parents won’t mind. They will only be happy that you are finally moving on after Shawn. Am I right?”

My eyes roved up towards the ceiling before I answered. “Yeah you’re right. You are almost always right,” I replied.

“You’re damn straight,” Tracee laughed and I joined in.

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