Page 12 of Too Good to be True

“They’re not granny panties!”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re going commando."

My face burns. It’s so hot I think I’m going to burst into flames. “I can't do that!"

"You can and you will. What are you worried about?"

"What will people think?"

She laughs at my reaction. “If anyone finds out, they’ll think it's hot. Besides, who cares? And it's not like you're going to run into anyone you know. Live a little!"

She keeps saying this. I think of last night. Of how good it felt to leave my room feeling sexy and scandalous in nothing but my robe. I think of Walker, of finding him at the club, sliding up next to him, and whispering in his ear that I have nothing on under my dress. I'll tease him by spinning around to show him.Can I really do that?

I can. I will. This is my best opportunity to prove Corey wrong. I'm not boring. I didn't stifle him. He heldmeback. And right this second, I feel sexy as hell.

"Okay, you win."

"Of course I do. Now come with me." Francesca pulls me by the hand and leads me to the bathroom. "I'm doing your makeup.”

Chapter 6

Itake one last lookin the mirror as I walk out of the suite. I hardly recognize myself. I look good. Slutty, but good.

We head down to the lobby to meet the rest of our group. No one is there. They're waiting outside by the minibus reserved to take us to the club. I take a quick survey of the small crowd, searching for him. I spot Kiara and Francesca’s cousin Dana. Even Mr. Touchy-Feely, but I don't spot Walker. Walker's not here. He's not anywhere.

I try not to let my shoulders slump and hide my disappointment. I don't want to admit that the excitement of seeing him again has been building from the moment Francesca mentioned his name. I've been trying to play it cool, but I've been looking for him all day without any luck.

What's worse is that I'm jumping through hoops, jumping through them and doing backflips, to impress a guy I'm not even sure is interested in me. Hell, at this point, I'm questioning if he exists. And even if he does, even if I know for a fact that he is into me, this isn't like me—wearing tight, skimpy dresses with nothing underneath and three pounds worth of makeup.

It's not like me, but I can't ignore the voice in my head whispering that maybe it should be.

In little more than a heartbeat, Francesca’s swallowed up by the small crowd. I can't find her until I spot Sam. She slips her arms around his waist as he pulls her close.

I'm on my own.Again.

It's not just that my best friend found her happily ever after while I lost what I thought was mine. If I'm honest with myself, what upsets me most is that I had to come on this trip alone.

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