Page 1 of Rim Job

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CHRISTINA

“Ouch, you’re stabbing my scalp with the bobby pin.” Glory wrinkles her nose at me in the mirror.

Oops.

“Sorry, babe. Beauty is pain, they say.” I smile at her reflection as I push another pin into her hair. She sticks her tongue out at me.

The insanity of the last three days in Vegas shows no signs of ending. Buying out three floors of luxury hotel for all of their friends and family may seem extravagant, but Beck wanted everyone together and everything perfect for Glory. Beck wasn’t too happy that Glory momentarily cut him off until their wedding night and threw him out of the massive suite he reserved for them, but you won’t see me complaining. All of us girls are now bunked in here with Glory while Beck shacks up with Maddox down the hall in just as nice a space.

He’ll survive.

Glory’s bachelorette party tonight is going to be epic. I can barely contain the smile that keeps spreading across my face. My trusty checklist of must-dos and must-sees will ensure we cover all the necessary bachelorette party activities Vegas has to offer. With all of us dressed to the nines, as soon as I get done stabbing Glory in the head with bobby pins to add her veil, we’ll be heading out.

“Okay, all done. What do you think?”

“I don’t look ridiculous?” Glory stands, turning from side to side, checking her reflection in the mirror. She straightens the front of the tiny veil that strategically covers one eye.

“You look beautiful.” Her long blonde hair curls in silky waves over one shoulder. The soft, silvery gray blouse with three-quarter length sleeves tucked into her white, knee-length tulle skirt makes her eyes sparkle, and the full back cut-outs of her top kick her look up a notch from good girl to Vegas chic. Her champagne-colored clutch compliments the band around her waist, and it’s perfectly finished off with soft gold heels. She is fucking adorable. I don’t know how she pulls these outfits off, but she does.

She’s so damn happy.

It makes my heart want to burst. She found her partner in this life. In all the years I’ve known her, I’ve never seen her like this. I want that. I want that smile on my face only your true love can put there. Maybe someday. I just need to stick to my list for now until the right man comes along.

“You look gorgeous, Ti. Is that dress new?”

“Yeah.” I smooth my hands down the satiny smooth material. “I snuck in a mini shopping session yesterday morning while everyone was at breakfast.” I turn, admiring my own reflection.

Damn, I look fiiiiine.

It’s been a while since I’ve gotten so dressed up, but the occasion called for it. The blowout I received earlier left my chocolate brown hair sleek and shiny, and my knee-length black dress hugs my curves in all the right places. The cap sleeves keep the dress semi-conservative, but the plunging neckline is the star of the show. My push-up bra has my girls standing proud, and the red suede wedges make my tanned skin pop but are more of a comfort choice since I’ll be wrangling my three drunken best friends. I’ll have a few drinks, of course, but I have to stay in control to make sure these three stay in line.

If that’s even possible.

“You ready to celebrate your last night of freedom?” I ask Glory, squeezing her hand.

“I’m getting married.” She smiles as tears shimmer in her eyes. She squeezes my hand in return.

“Yes, you are. In one day, you’ll be Glory Jameson.”

“Glory Greystone-Jameson.”

“You’re hyphenating your name?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You’re going to be a 3NH?” Evelyn asks as she joins us at the vanity with a bottle of champagne and champagne flutes.

“I’m afraid to ask. What is a 3NH?” Glory laughs, shaking her head.

You never know what Evelyn will come up with.

“3NH is a Three Name Ho. You’ll be a 3NH.”

I laugh before asking, “Where in the hell do you come up with this shit?”

Evelyn shrugs. “It’s a gift.”

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