I glare at my best friend. “Don’t fucking question me. You know it matters. The plan hasn’t changed.”
He shakes his head. “Pussy’s a hell of a drug, man. That’s all I’m saying. Be smart and be fucking careful.”
We lock eyes, and I lie to Q’s face. “I know what I’m doing, Marcus.”
The skepticism on his features tells me he doesn’t believe a word I’m saying.
“I sure as hell hope so,Gabriel, because this has disaster written all over it.”
Fifty
Scarlett
“So, this is how it’s going to go,” Harlow says from her reclined position on the divan in my bedroom, a glass of white wine dangling from between her fingertips.
We left the remnants of the takeout in my kitchen, which we devoured while I told them everything that happened this afternoon.
“We’re going to pick out something drop-dead sexy for you to wear, then we’re going to invite the troops for Saturday night. When we get to the club, you’re going to look so unbelievably amazing, you won’t be able to help catching everyone’s attention.”
“Agreed. We definitely need to figure out what she’s wearing,” Kelsey says, setting her wineglass on a coaster on the side table before heading to my closet. “I know there are some gorgeous dresses in here that you’ve collected and never worn because you thought they were too risqué for your appearances.”
From my position on my bed, a pillow tucked under my chin while I lie on my belly, I take another sip of wine. “There are definitely a few. There’s a gold one—”
“Not gold,” Harlow says quickly, interrupting. “No offense, but gold isn’t going to get the job done.”
“Well, she already wore red, so that’s out too. And black isn’t attention-grabbing enough.” Kelsey sounds muffled from her position in the closet.
“Green?” Harlow tilts her head and looks at me. “It would be stunning with your coloring. Or blue ...”
“Oh no ... no. I have it. Right here.” Kelsey’s tone takes on a new level of excitement as she pokes her head through the doorway, a dress bag hidden behind her back.
“Let’s see it. Don’t hold out on us, ho.”
With a grin on her face broader than I’ve seen in ages, Kelsey whips out a clear plastic garment bag and dangles it in front of her.
“Ohhh.White. Yesss.I love where you’re going with this. Innocent. Practically virginal. But oh-so-classy and sexy.” Harlow is a man-eater from way back, and it’s showing.
I stare at the dress, remembering trying it on and knowing that I had absolutely nowhere to wear it, but it was too gorgeous not to buy.
“You gotta try it on, Scarlett. It looks sheer enough that I’m afraid you’re going to look completely naked in it, but I know you wouldn’t have bought it if that was the case.”
Kelsey holds it out to me, and I carefully roll to my side to get off the bed without spilling my wine.
“I don’t know,” I reply, setting the glass down to take the dress bag from her. “But you’re right. I love this dress ... it just never seemed to perfectly suit an occasion.”
“That’s because the occasion hadn’t come yet,” Kelsey says with a smile.
“Go. Go.” Harlow shoos me off into the bathroom, and I follow orders and strip.
A few minutes later, I’m staring at myself in the mirror with a smile on my face.This isdefinitelythe dress I’m going to wear to seduce Gabriel Legend.
I don’t need approval from Kelsey and Harlow, because they’re going to lose their minds.
The hem of the white fabric stops high on my thigh, but is just long enough I won’t have to worry about whether I’m showing my ass to everyone all night. The sleeves are long, ending just beyond my wristbones. The neckline is demure, with a slight drape, leaving the full-blown sexiness to the back, where the dress plunges in a deepUthat just covers the top of my butt crack. Thank God for the built-in bra, or I’d never be able to pull it off.
“Do you need help? I’m dying of anticipation here, Scar,” Kelsey calls out to me.
With a smile, I slip out of the bathroom to stand in my bedroom.