Page 18 of Filthy Savage

“Wait until he sees you!” She gives me a knowing look.

“Oh…” I wave off her comment. “It’s not like that.”

Her face upturns in surprise. “Really? When he came into the salon, he made it seem like you two were dating.”

“He did?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

I swallow the thick knot in my throat. Why would he do that?

“No, we just met today. He’s been nice, but that’s all this is.”

“Hmm. Okay.” She shrugs a single shoulder. “It’s just that I’ve known him for a few years and he’s never done anything like this for a woman before.”

That’s probably because the other women could all afford twenty-thousand-dollar dresses.

“Let me go try on the other gown.”

The faster this conversation ends, the better.

“Sure, I’ll be here. After you choose one, you can put your robe back on so I can start on your makeup.”

“Thanks.” Returning to the bedroom, I slip into the red one, keeping on the same shoes.

When I return to the mirror, my breath freezes in my lungs. I instantly know this is the one. The dress hugs my waist andthighs, then flares out. I’ve never worn something so beautiful in my life.

When Hannah sees me this time, her mouth pops open. “Wow… This is the one.”

I laugh. “I think so too.”

My hands run down the softness, and I love how it makes me feel: classy and sexy.

“May I make one small suggestion, though?” She grimaces.

“Sure.” My pulse bangs in my ears, unsure of what she’s about to say.

“If it were me, I’d skip the panties on this one.”

“Oh…” Glancing down at my hips, I can make out the outline of my underwear. “Is that what women do with dresses like these?”

“Mm-hmm. Some.” She smiles, trying not to make me uncomfortable, but fails, because this is embarrassing.

I’ve never gone anywhere without underwear before. But I don’t want to draw more attention to them either.

Ugh. This is so weird.

“Thanks for letting me know. Guess there’s a first time for everything.” My face heats up, and she lets out a laugh.

“You’ll be fine, I promise. I remember the first time I did that and felt just like you. But now it’s second nature.” She removes a square case and unzips it. “We can start on your makeup now if you’re ready.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll go change.”

Excitement builds. I’ve never had a makeover before.

When I come back out, I settle on the chair she’s grabbed while she spends the next half hour on my face. Then it’s time for hair.

When she’s done, she examines me carefully. “I think you’ll be really pleased.”

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