Page 21 of Bitten By Desire
“Try this instead,” Zoey said. She walked into the guest room holding one of her dresses.
“What I’m wearing is fine.”
“You’re not wearing jeans on your first date unless you’re pairing it with a crop top.”
“It’s the middle of fall. It’s going to be cold tonight.” And my sweater was cute.
Zoey tossed the dress at me. “It has long sleeves. You’ll love it.”
The short hemline discounted the conservative sleeves. It was probably the most sensible dress Zoey owned though. And I knew she wouldn’t leave me alone until I at least tried it on.
I quickly changed and pulled the bow tight around my waist. The burnt orange color somehow made my legs look even tanner. And it did kind of scream Fall Festival. The best part was that it was comfortable. The loose skirt and flouncy sleeves were very much…me. It even looked great with the high heeled boots I’d brought with me.
“You look amazing,” Zoey said.
“You don’t think it’s too much?”
“Nope,” Zoey said. She grabbed the neckline and snipped out the tag.
I grabbed the back of my neck. “Wait, you’ve never even worn this?”
“I picked it up for you on my way home from work.”
She’d tried to get me to go shopping last night, but I’d told her I’d brought everything I needed. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I kind of did. You were about to wear a baggy sweater on your date.”
“It was chic.”
“It was huge.”
That was how it was supposed to fit. But Zoey would never understand something being oversized. Skin tight was the only way for her. And I was a little surprised the dress she’d deemed appropriate for my date was so flowy. But it also had a plunging neckline inaddition to the short skirt. So it was definitely a compromise.
“Wait.” I turned to look at her. She was still wearing her workout clothes. “What are you wearing?”
“Actually...” She fake coughed into her hand. “I’m feeling a little under the weather. I think I better stay home.”
“No way. I’m here visitingyou. And you said the hot apple cider is delicious. I don’t want you to miss out.”
“I can just get it next year.”
“You’re coming.”
She fake coughed again. “But my throat hurts.”
“It does not.”
“My stomach then. Ow.” She put her hand on her tummy. “See?”
There was a knock on the front door.
“I’ll let Bennett know it’s just going to be the two of you tonight,” she said and started walking out of the room.
“Please come, Zoey. You were right. About all of it. I’ve been obsessing over Callum for years. Which means I really haven’t been on a proper date in years. And I’m a little nervous. I need my wing-woman.”
She smiled. “Really?”
“Yes. Please. I need your help.”
