Page 80 of The Breaking Point

Kelly sat up, her eyes wide. “Holy shit! Woman, that is your dress for sure.”

The dress was so tight that I felt like I was naked. “How do you wear any underwear with this?”

“That’s the thing. You don’t.” Kelly got up and pinched my ass, making me yelp. “Brady will definitely appreciate that little detail.”

“I have to wear a bra—”

“Nah, you’re good. You have little boobies.” Kelly squeezed her chest. “You don’t have monsters like me. Have you ever tried to find cute bras in a 38G? Yeah, they don’t exist.”

I’d always envied Kelly her figure. She was curvaceous, a perfect hourglass, and yes, she had big breasts to boot.

My breasts were small. When I’d been younger, I’d been self-conscious enough that I’d wear padded bras. Once, as a teenager, Mom had caught me stuffing my bra with tissues, and she’d gently told me she’d buy me a padded bra instead.

“I wish I had bigger boobs.” I sighed. “What if Brady likes big breasts?”

Kelly turned me around to face her. “Let me tell you a universal truth: straight guys love boobs. It doesn’t matter the size, shape, or color. They love them all. Sure, some guysreallylike big titties like mine, but no guy is going to see boobs and think, ‘never mind.’”

I grinned. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And I’m right. You know I am. Besides, Brady is already into you. Which means he likes what he’s seen. And didn’t he see you in lingerie twice now?”

“Yeah, but it was dark in the club.” I blushed as I remembered the night I’d gotten drunk. “Okay, and there might’ve been another time, but I don’t think he really saw much.”

“What? Another time? You’re killing me, babe. But remember, you’re hot as fuck. Own it, okay?”

I glanced in the mirror again. Ididlook hot. I needed to own that.

I wasn’t going to act like the shy virgin anymore. I wanted to be sexy and confident. I wanted to be a woman who Brady couldn’t get out of his mind.

Kelly helped me with my hair and makeup, chattering about her grad program and how she wanted to murder one of her classmates for constantly talking over her.

“If I ever see that guy in a dark alley,” she vowed, “I’m gonna beat his ass.”

“Maybe he likes you.”

Kelly’s eyes bugged out. “Christ, don’t say that. He’s the worst. He mansplains constantly. He tried to tell me that I didn’t know how periods worked. Periods, Grace!”

“Why were you talking about periods?”

Kelly waved a hand. “It doesn’t matter. Just know this guy is the worst.”

I still had an hour before Brady arrived to take me on our date. My stomach was filled with butterflies. What was even stranger was that I was more nervous about this than I was about going to the Scarlet Rope.

The club felt like a fantasyland where you could lose yourself for a bit with zero consequences. But a date, a real-life, honest-to-goodness date?

That was different. That meant that Brady wanted more than just a few spanking sessions to blow off some steam. That meant hecared.

“So do you have protection?” Kelly asked.

“Uh.” My brain stalled. “I’m on birth control.”

“You are? Why?”

“I got on it in college for acne.” I shrugged.

“Well, that’s convenient. Okay, but you’ll still need condoms. Brady’s stuck his dick in a lot of ladies.”

I felt embarrassed that I hadn’t even thought about condoms. Clearly, I was still acting like a virgin and not like a woman who was planning on getting laid.

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