Page 16 of Untraced Magic
I whipped around to find Skye with a hanger in her hand, holding a dress that looked like it would barelycover my butt.
I flashed her a skeptical look, my lips pursing. “No offence, but I don’t do dresses.”
She strode over to the bed, laying the garment down, her hands finding a hip each.
“Put it on. I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Our eyes met in a standoff.
“Fine.” I pointed a finger at her. “But if it doesn’t cover allassets, I’m not wearing it.”
A dimple pinched her cheek as she smiled in victory. “Deal.”
I reluctantly took the dress to her bathroom, sliding it up my thighs and over my hips. Zipping it up at the back, I returned to her bedroom, standing in front of her full-length mirror. The black dress hugged my curves to just above the knee. I’d never personally seen a dress with long sleeves, but the plunging neckline certainly made up for my arm coverage.
A wolf whistle filled the room and Skye appeared, holding a pair of black stilettos. “Now these,” she beamed.
I slipped them on in silence. The perfect fit.
I surveyed the stranger in the mirror with awe, wrestling my hair from its bun until it fell freely down my back and over my shoulders.
Skye leaned against the doorframe. “Damn, girl, you should wear a dress more often. Just saying.”
Honestly? I had to agree. The woman in the reflection was freaking hot.
I turned to Skye, smoothing the fabric over my hips with uncertainty.
“Are you sure we aren’t…toooverdressed?”
She fervently shook her head. “Trust me, we look amazing!”
Next, she dug through a makeup bag sitting on a set of drawers. She pulled out lipstick and handed it to me.
I gaped at her. “Red? Skye, this is for women with perfect everything, and I’m not one of them,” I protested.
Maybe this night out was a bad idea.
“Don’t be silly. Look at you! You’re a sultry brunette temptress. Now, put the lipstick on or we stay here and listen to Old Man Cutter.”
I arched a brow. “Old Man Cutter?”
“Sorry, I forgot you’re new. Old Man Cutter runs the local radio station’s graveyard special from 8 p.m. every night. The scary thing is… no one knows who he is, or how every night the radio just clicks over to him.”
I frowned. “You can’t be serious.”
She held her hands in the air, shrugging her shoulders.
“Legend is, there’s a town somewhere around here, cursed never to be seen again. No one knows if it’s true. Some people believe he’s stuck there and doesn’t know we can hear him.”
“That is just crazy,” I scoffed, looking in the mirror again.
“But you have to admit, very cool.” She held up her arms in front of me, revealing a length of goosebumps covering both. “Look at my arms!”
I shook my head at her, and she laughed.
“What? Don’t give me that look. I love that stuff. Now, let's get the hell out of here.” She motioned cheekily to the lipstick in my hand.
I smiled at her. “Fine.”
