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I couldn’t believe th mirror in my bathroom I looked like a completely different woood time One who kne to please a man like Michael Houston Maybe even keep him

My family would be shocked by my appearance I’d never worn a red dress, and certainly not one as sexy as this The curve-hugging fabric was strategically bunched around the shoulders and bodice, but then gave way to s to every inch of me

Turning, I eyed my ass over my shoulder Not bad at all

I had a personal trainer to thank for the bod A tanning booth and spa to thank for the skin I couldn’t think of anything else I needed to give ered kiss-off to the happy couple Except for him, of course

As I stashed rabbedthe hardwood floor carefully—I’d practiced wearing the shoes—I opened the door

“Hey, you didn’t have to park the—” I stopped ed and his jaw dropped as he stared at me My stomach coiled from both nervous anxiety and sexual tension “Uh, what do you think?” I spread et the full effect

He was speechless Precisely the response I’d wanted My apprehension eased a bit

“Michael” I playfully swatted at hi”

“Holy fucking shit” He whistled

I laughed “Well, okay I suppose that’ll do”

“Jesus” He reached a hand out and propped it against the doorfrah to steady himself “Babe You’re smokin’ hot”

“Hardly the ihter?”

“Hell, no” He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to him “Son of a bitch,” he mused as one hand rested on the siving it a squeeze “Daood”

“I guess so You’re cussing like a sailor”

“I feel like a sailor One who’s been out to sea too long and in need of everything you have to offer” He didn’t dare muss my hair or my makeup, but he did add, “Love the dress, but I still prefer you naked in my bed”