Tags:
thriller,
Suspense,
Romance,
Mystery,
romantic suspense,
Comedy,
Las Vegas,
Poker,
the big blind,
nadia wolf,
nicolette pierce
all day and night. Then you come home to a cat that has serious anger management issues. The highlight of your day is when you help me in the chapel. When was the last time you dressed up and felt like a sexy woman?”
“Gus is just lazy.”
“Really? That’s what you took from the conversation?” Frankie twitched like a diva that reached her credit card limit and still needed shoes. “You better run your tush upstairs and take a shower before I go Godzilla on your ass.”
I turned and sulked to my apartment. I knew I was beat. Frankie is a great guy, but when an idea imbeds into his brain, it’s better for all involved to buckle up for the rollercoaster ride.
I showered and thought of all the ways I could kill Caleb. I imagined trying to strangle him, but my mind drifted to when he touched my leg. My skin erupted with full body tingles. I guess killing Caleb would be out of the question . . . too much physical contact. I quickly turned the shower knob to cold and hopped out when it turned freezing.
I rummaged through my underwear drawer until I found my secret purchase. I bought a panty and bra set months ago but never had the courage to remove the tags, let alone wear it. Not to mention, I work the tables all day and night in jeans and a t-shirt. It’s not the most glamorous lifestyle.
I held out a black lacy pushup bra and matching panties. I took a deep breath and wiggled into them. I threw on a robe and ran downstairs.
“It’s about time,” Frankie said when I peeked into the chapel. “There aren’t any couples right now, so we need to move fast. I brought Dani for help.”
Dani worked at the chapel five nights, and I worked her nights off. She’s in her early twenties and loves to chew and snap her bubblegum like she’s in grade school. She wears her electric-blue hair short, and all of her piercings are silver.
“Sorry Dani,” I called to the front foyer. I heard her greeting gum snap.
“A pushy woman named Jessica dropped off the dress,” Frankie said. “It’s gorgeous. I hope you’ve been working out. This dress won’t look great on just anyone.”
“You’re freaking me out,” I said, eyeing the garment bag.
“Don’t worry. I’ll have you looking fabulous. Dani,” he called to the front, “let the magic begin.”
By the time they were finished, I had aches and pains all over my body. They pulled, poked, waxed, buffed, slathered, yanked, taped, painted, and invaded all personal space I like to keep guarded.
“You need to keep this style maintained,” Frankie said. “You’re going to be in the public eye more because I’m your manager.”
I rolled my eyes and caught my reflection in the mirror.
“The dress really works for you,” Dani said, snapping her gum.
The gown was black with silver streaks which grew wider at the bottom of the long flowing skirt. A slit ran up the dress stopping precariously high on the front of my thigh. The body of the dress was tightly fitted and had wide straps. The v-neck plunged deeper than I felt comfortable with. My pushup bra was rendered useless by the low neckline. I slipped my feet into strappy silvery heels.
Caleb opened the door to the chapel. He was wearing a black suit cut to the latest style seen on Hollywood’s red carpet. It fit his angles perfectly. The top button of his white dress shirt was undone. Between the quality fabric and the breathtaking cut of the suit, I was sure it was a designer label made especially for him. His hair, still tousled and windblown, created an image of pure lust.
“Omigod! He’s here!” Frankie squealed.
Dani’s eyes flashed at Frankie; the two of them raced towards Caleb. Frankie won by giving Dani a hip bump onto the foyer couch.
Frankie came to a full halt in front of Caleb. “I’m you’re biggest fan,” Frankie gushed, giving Caleb a vigorous handshake.
“Thank you. Is Nadia ready?”
“Yes, but watch out,” Frankie warned. “She may look drop dead gorgeous, thanks to