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Toni a playful shove.
“The man is obsessively in love with her now.”
    Toni’s
face relaxed, and she beamed with happiness. If the others had further
criticisms or concerns, they kept their comments and prying questions to
themselves. Toni was obviously as happy with Logan as he was with her. So what
if they’d gone through the normal get-to-know-each-other, forge-a-relationship,
and have-copious-amounts-of-lust-fueled-sex progression entirely backwards?
    Toni
purchased a couple of pairs of jeans and a pair of the gaudiest tube socks
Reagan had ever seen, but she didn’t buy any tops, because not a single one fit
her. The group stopped at several other stores with the same results. No wonder
the poor woman had such an unflattering wardrobe. Everything she tried on
either clung, gaped, hung completely wrong, or made her look like she was
trying to get a job at Hooters.
    “It’s
hopeless,” she said after taking off the third sweater she’d stretched out of
proportion at an exclusive boutique.
    “I’m
not quite as chesty as you are,” Aggie said, laying a comforting hand on the
small of Toni’s back, “but I get it. Clothes never fit me quite right either.
Let’s try a plus-size store. I’m pretty good with a needle. If we need to make
alterations, I’ll help you out.”
    “You
will?” Toni blinked back tears and instantly found herself enveloped in a hug
from the badass dominatrix who made grown men tremble.
    “Aggie’s
such a softie,” Jessica said, as she dabbed at her eyes with her soggy tissue.
“She was the same with me when I started stripping at Paradise Found.”
    “I
heard that, kitten,” Aggie said sternly.
    “She’s
soft with Jace too,” Rebekah said, with a crooked grin. “When she isn’t lashing
him with a whip.”
    Toni
went white and tugged away from Aggie to meet her eyes. “You don’t really hit
him, do you?”
    Aggie
pushed open the door of another shop. “Only if he begs nicely,” she said over her
shoulder.
    Toni
had better luck covering her boobs at the plus-size store, but everything hung
loosely on her arms and billowed around her waist like shapeless tents.
    “We’ll
fix it,” Aggie promised, standing behind Toni and tugging the back of a blue flowing
top tight against Toni’s slender waist.
    “Maybe
a belt will help for now,” Myrna said, cocking her head.
    “Please,
no,” Aggie said. “We’re not trying to make her look like a time traveler from
1985.”
    “Ah,
the good ol’ days,” Myrna said with a sigh.
    While
Aggie and Toni decided which tops would be best for altering, Reagan parked her
butt on a bench and dug out her phone. She sent a group text to Trey and Ethan.
It was more likely that Trey would answer—of the two he was much more dependent
on his phone—but she didn’t want Ethan to feel like an afterthought.
    I
think we finally found a solution to Toni’s wardrobe situation. What are you
guys up to?
    When
neither man responded right away, she checked her email. A bunch of forwarded
fan mail made her smile. Exodus End’s manager had ordered his assistant to go
through all the email on Reagan’s professional account and forward only complimentary
messages to her personal account. It probably gave her a skewed perception
about how many of Exodus End’s fans liked what she was doing. She couldn’t help
but wonder how much hate mail she received but never got to read.
    Her
phone dinged as a text came in from Trey. It simply said 3 .
    3
what? she texted
back.
    3
orgasms each since you left. Thanks for the lube. The cherry was yummy.
    She
snorted and sent another text. Save some for me.
    Too
late. We used it all.
    All? Surely he was joking. She should have
stayed in bed that morning. Or sent Toni out with Aggie. The pair were doing
fine without her assistance. But Toni barely knew the other women, so it
wouldn’t have been right to dump her. Ah well, no matter what Trey claimed,
Reagan knew both men would be willing to please her when she saw