Page 48 of What Is Love
“You look like money, babe,” she said as she went through the pile of clothes she’d brought. “Plus, you look innocent and fragile. We don’t want to attract every douchebag that’s going to be there tonight.” She held up a black leather skirt. “Do you like leather? I don’t fit in this anymore. I refuse to give up chocolate and it loves to go straight to my ass. Not that I care, or any of the guys who have seen me naked. They sure love to grab?—”
“Ugh, stop it!” Wyatt protested at the same time Roe said, “We don’t need to hear this.”
She rolled her eyes. “Anyways, this should fit you.” She handed over the skirt and went back to her pile. “What kind of bra are you wearing? Because I have this fishnet top?—”
“No!” Roe and Wyatt said at the same time before I could even answer.
“We’re trying to not draw too much attention, remember?” Roe said.
Mac snorted. “You can’t hide that she’s hot. We’re just trying to hide the fact that if anyone kidnaps her, they can ransom her for money.”
“What?” I asked at the same time Roe snapped, “Makayla!”
“Kidding!” she said. “Sort of.”
Roe sighed as he ran a hand down the side of his face.
“She’s not wrong,” Wyatt mumbled.
Mac looked at me as if my answer was the only one that mattered. I shook my head. “My bra wouldn’t go well with fishnet.”
“How about going braless?” she asked, making Wyatt groan and Roe curse. “I have this cute long-sleeve crop top that has ties in the front, but most of your sternum will be exposed. Wearing a bra with it would look weird.” She held up a dark green, almost black shirt. “It’ll look good with your eyes.”
I took it. “Thank you.”
“Yup. No problem.” She looked toward the front of the car. “Where is she supposed to change?”
“I’ll park in the alley behind Noble’s,” Wyatt said.
“What if someone walks by?” she asked.
Roe glanced back at us. “We’ll stand outside and make sure no one can see.”
When we got to Noble’s Pub, it was extremely busy. I could tell just from the amount of people hanging around out front as we drove by. Wyatt did as he’d said he would and parked in the back alley behind the pub. The guys got out and both stood on the driver’s side of the car with their backs to it. Before they had gotten out, they had cracked their windows to give us a little bit of air.
Mac helped me out of my dress and eyed my matching cream silk-and-lace lingerie. “Wow, your bra and panties match. Mine rarely ever match, but when they do, I really feel like I got my shit together that day.”
Just barely, I heard the guys grumble about not wanting to hear what Mac was saying.
I smiled and reached around to unfasten my bra. I took it off and folded my dress around it.
Mac handed me the shirt to put on first. I thought she was staring at the necklace Ms. Clark had given me, but then she said, “You have great tits.”
“Damnit, Makayla! You don’t need to say everything that enters your head!” Roe snapped from outside.
Not that they could see her, but she gestured to my chest. “There are nipples out, gentlemen. Am I just supposed to pretend they’re not there? It’s not like I’m hitting on her or anything. I prefer dick. If my tits were out and no one said anything, I would get self-conscious. I would want someone to compliment them.”
“Make her stop,” Wyatt whined.
Instead of feeling uncomfortable like I normally did when praised, I laughed as I got the shirt on and was tying the ties. “Well, thank you for the compliment.”
After that, I shimmied my way into the skirt. Mac said the boots I was already wearing went well with my outfit and we let the guys know we were ready.
Wyatt opened his door and slid the seat forward to let us out. He offered me his hand, and I didn’t feel any dread when taking it. As soon as I was out of the car, righting the leather skirt, I could feel Roe and Wyatt checking me out. I glanced at them. “Well?”
Wyatt whistled. “Living up to your name, Lottie the hottie.”
Roe didn’t say anything. He just continued to stare, slowly taking in every inch of me.
