Page 73 of Just One of the Groomsmen
She tugged at the top, not trusting it to stay in place. She’d already had one flashing incident, and if she flashed any of her other guy friends—or worse, the whole town—she’d have no choice but to flee and assume a new identity.
“I’m guessing you don’t want my bra straps hanging out on the big day?” She flicked the strap. At least it wasn’t a totally torturous undergarment, although not quite as comfortable as Alexandria let on.
Admittedly, it did make her feel a little bit sexy, and she could use that right now.
“You need astraplessbra for it,” Brittany said. Naturally she’d come prepared wearing hers.
She’d also stripped in front of everyone in the general fitting area, showing off her willowy figure, while Addie had stepped into the dressing room to change and then seriously considered never coming out. “I’d recommend a thong, too, to avoid panty lines.”
Right. Because what was missing from this whole experience was a tiny strip of fabric riding up her ass.
That way, when she inevitably tripped on her heels, she could expose her bottom half to the entire wedding party.
Hey, maybethenthe townsfolk and her friends would acknowledge she was a girl!
At least Tucker knows.
A smile spread across her face as she thought about last night.
About his lips and his tongue and his hard body pressed against hers, and how close she’d been to throwing out logic and what-ifs and telling him to take her back to his place.
If the thorough, fevered way he kissed was an indication, they’d have a very good time for a very long time…
The temperature in the room rose, and suddenly she was grateful for her half-naked state.
Until she caught her reflection again. How could she wear this in front of the whole town?
Sure, strapless and midthigh was respectable in theory, but she’d never displayed quite this much skin at once.
Addie tugged down the skirt but that only made the top dip down to display more of her bra. “How do your boobs stay up without straps?”
“Magic,” Lexi said with a giggle—the bridal shop kept plying them with champagne, and even though it wasn’t Addie’s drink of choice, she took a healthy gulp from her glass.
“Hear me out. How ’bout instead of a dress, we wear yoga pants and matching T-shirts?” She punctuated her joke with a clap.
Brittany curled her lip, but Lexi laughed. “Will said you weren’t a dress-and-heels-type girl.”
“Thus the groomsman title.”
“Come on. You look amazing.” Lexi placed her hands on Addie’s shoulders and spun her to face the mirror again. Then she tipped onto her toes, nearly knocking her off her feet, bare as they may be, and whispered, “I bet Tucker will think so, too.”
“I think he’ll laugh.” All the guys would. “I’m not sure I can pull off sexy.”
So much for the momentary boost her lacy underwear had bought her.
“Of course you can,” Lexi said. “And trust me, he won’t.”
Now Addie didn’t just have the potential to make a fool of herself in front ofaguy.
She’d be making a fool of herself in front of Tucker, who usually dated Barbies and beauty queens.
Whereas she was the girl who’d eaten twenty-one deviled eggs in under a minute; the girl who’d gotten overly competitive and accidentally elbowed her first serious boyfriend in the nose when he tried to steal the ball from her on the soccer field.
She’d broken his nose and he’d been her first heartbreak.
Her sexual experience was best summed up as “few and far between,” and even the during was nothing to brag about.
I need aHow to Be Sexy for Dummiescrash course before I sleep with Tucker.
