Page 22 of Mimosa

It wasn’t three minutes before Abs was bursting into the room with an armful of clothes.

“How did you get here that fastwithclothes?”

“I expected your call,” he said nonchalantly as he tossed the pile of clothes on the bed. “Let’s get to work on you.”

Mims laughed a little but he wasn’t laughing for long. In fact, he was grunting as his clothes were taken from him roughly and new ones were being forced over his head before he was spun around in circles so Abs could contemplate.

As he stood with his chin resting on his fist, he stared at Mims. “That’s a little better. Try that with those black pants.”

“The shiny ones?”

“Problem?”

“No,” he insisted quickly, unwilling to spark the ire of the guy. He got on the pants and was spun a couple more times.

“Better. Now, those shoes of yours with the little heel, the what? Three inch heels, I think they are, and then we’ll get this choker on you,” he said of the satin ribbon he took from his pants pocket.

After the shoes and choker were on him, a little padlock hanging from the ribbon on his throat, Abs started on his hair. “Next time, get me when your hair’s still wet. But I think some body is in here somewhere.”

“I have body in my hair!”

“You don’t show it! Stop moving.”

Mims laughed to himself as he was made over by Abs. Usually, he could pass Abs’s inspection easily, but that night, it was different. He wanted to look his absolute best, and Abs was good at makeovers. Especially last-minute ones.

Cosmo had been totally clueless when it came to fashion and what would rile up the weekend crowds, but Abs had mentored him, and now the crowd waited to see how hot Cosmo looked each and every weekend.

“Make up?”

Mims looked into the mirror on his vanity and saw the two pimples on his chin, so he pleaded, “Please? Not a lot, though. I have no idea if he…you know, likes that.”

“Don’t make you too pretty for the rough and tough cop. Got it.”

Abs got some foundation and cover up on him, a little bit of shadow over his lids that made the gold flecks in his eyes pop, and of course, curled his lashes. “I still want to put false eyelashes on you.”

“I told you, I have fine lashes, they just don’t curl enough.”

“I know. Believe me.”

When Abs was done, he stood in the full length mirror with Mims as he looked over himself.

He had a white crop top under his orange mesh, tight white jeans and his brown heeled boots.

Having his hair spiked a little gave him another inch in height and his eyes positively glowed. “Thanks, Abs.”

“Go get him.”

“You don’t mind?”

Abs barked a laugh and asked, “Why would I mind?”

“Another cop. We were stressed about one, and now two might be here, knowing all our stuff. I don’t want to cause you guys more stress.”

“We love Taran. And sure, we don’t know Sonny yet, but…well, if you ever think he’s going to hurt us, you will tell us, right?”

“Of course!”

“Then that’s all any of us needs to know. Now, let’s go wow ‘em!”

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