Page 11 of Close Encounters of the Sexy Kind
“Are you kidding?” Betty laughed. “Guys love nips. Combined with a nice set of boobs, they’re like instant and irresistible tractor beams, and honey, even Mr. Spock would want a piece of you.”
Ryan rolled her eyes at the old Star Trek reference. Like her, Betty was a closet sci-fi geek.
“Besides,” Betty continued, “that dress really brings out the turquoise in your eyes.”
Ryan had to admit, she did look pretty good. Seven years of Krav Maga a couple times a week had its benefits.Strong is the new skinny.
The dress molded to her curvy form, stretched over her ample breasts, clung to her less than flat belly, and accentuated her round hips. Sky-high stilettos made her curvy legs look a mile long. Her blonde hair had been brushed to a lustrous shine and extended halfway down her back. Which reminded her – she needed to schedule a trim soon. Since she normally wore her hair pulled back or in a bun, regular trips to the hair salon weren’t a priority.
Her face hadn’t been spared a makeover either. Betty had had a field day with that, proudly bringing out a small suitcase filled with powders, creams, lotions, and liners. As a result, Ryan’s skin was smooth and even, her lips full and red, and her unusual blue-green eyes outlined in dark kohl and framed in thick, inky lashes. It was a far cry from her usual quick swipe of mascara and lip gloss.
“Where am I supposed to carry my gun?” she asked.
Betty shook her head. “No gun. You’re officially off duty tonight.”
“But I feel naked without my gun.”
Betty smirked. “Well, you could always use your cooch as a hidey-hole.”
Ryan exhaled. “Right, no gun.” She could go one night without it, right? Besides, if it came down to it, she could handle herself.
“Thank you for this, Ry. I know it’s out of your comfort zone, but we’re going to have a great time tonight; you’ll see. And who knows? Maybe you’ll even find your prince.”
It was a nice thought, but Ryan wasn’t going to hold her breath.
“Hey, slow down there,” Ryan called out as Betty moved to the door quickly, anxious to be on their way.
Putting one foot in front of the other wasn’t something that typically required much thought, but walking in sky-high stilettos required significant concentration.Maybe that was why those glamorous types often appeared so bubble-headed, she mused.They were focusing too hard on trying not to break their necks to think of anything else.
On the plus side, the shoes would make fine weapons in a pinch.
Ryan offered up a silent prayer that she wouldn’t have to run for any reason and took a deep breath. This wasn’t about her; this was about Betty. As uncomfortable as she was dressed up like this, it was worth it to see the smile on Betty’s face. She was going to have a good time, even if it killed her.
And in these shoes, she thought miserably,it just might.
