“Becks, aren’t we going to eat dinner downstairs? Why do you want to dress up so much?” I ask.
“Umm...hello? Where have you been? We’re at the Waldorf, not Motel 6. You have to dress up here,” she says with a puzzled look.
“True,” I laugh. “I just don’t think I’ll be able to sit in this dress, let alone bend down for anything.”
“Eh, whatever, you have Aubry and Greg to bend down for you if you need anything. When you sit, cross your legs-problem solved,” she shrugs.
I know better than to argue with Becky about clothing, so I grab the dress and put it on.
“Becky,” I shout from the bathroom. “I can’t even wear a bra with this!”
“It’s fine, it’s too tight anyway, your boobs won’t have anywhere to move,” she shouts back.
Aubry laughs loudly and says something about girls being weird.
“Yeah, or breathe,” I mutter under my breath as I struggle to pull up the tank top. I really hope my boobs don’t pop out of this dress tonight.
I put on a pair of tall black Louboutin peep toe shoes that Becky lent me, and pray that my feet survive the night. I towel dry my hair and apply anti-frizz serum. After I put on some light make up, I make my way out to the living room area where Aubry is sitting.
“Becky’s still getting dressed?” I ask.
“That girl takes for-fucking-ever to get dressed. Every single time,” Aubry replies looking up from his newspaper and whistles. “Damn, you look hot!”
“Thanks, Aub, you don’t look so bad yourself,” I wink.
He’s wearing black dress pants, a blue long sleeve button down, and suspenders. Only Aubry could pull off suspenders. Instead of making him look dorky, they add a sexy appeal to his boy next door look.
Becky comes out of her room wearing a short gold dress and killer heels.
“I don’t know how you walk in these heels, Becks. I already feel like I need a foot massage,” I groan as I practice my walking. I really don’t want to eat pavement in these. Or in this case, marble floor.
“Blakey,” Becky says rolling her eyes. “Stop whining. Let’s go.”
When we get downstairs, Greg is waiting for us with Trevor and a different big guy. Where do they breed these guys? They’re so freaking big. Greg’s brown eyes light up at the sight of Becky, and my heart swells for them. Maybe someday. My thoughts are interrupted by a whistle.
“Blake, you look stunning,” Trevor says eyeing me from head to toe. “You can be my date tonight.”
I laugh. “That depends. Do you have a wife, fiancee, girlfriend, or anybody you’re casually dating?”
He raises his eyebrows. “Damn, that’s a hell of a list. No, no, no, and sort of,” he replies with a smirk.
“Sort of casually dating someone?” I ask pursing my lips.
“Well, I went on two dates with the same girl, so I guess that counts,” he chuckles.
“You get an A for honesty. I’ll be your date tonight,” I reply sticking my arm through his.
Aubry laughs behind us and coughs out, “Russell.”
I turn on my heels and playfully slap his arm. Russell and I are on a break. Really, we’re broken up, even if he refuses to accept it. Either way, I’m not planning on doing anything with Trevor, he’s just my pretend date for the night, no big deal.
We’re all sitting down laughing over drinks, when I feel the hairs on the back of my neck spike up. I instantly know he’s here and can feel his eyes on me before I look up to meet them. I’m surprised to see him here by himself. I smile warmly at him, but instead of returning my smile, he glares at me. He fixes his eyes on the arm that Trevor has draped over my shoulder. I roll my eyes dramatically and shake my head in disbelief. Cole greets everyone and extends his arm out to Trevor, successfully getting him to remove his arm away from me.
“Mind if I scoot in between you two?” Cole asks. “I haven’t seen my friend in a while, and we need to catch up.”
“No, that’s fine,” Trevor replies shooting me an apologetic look. I give him a small smile as he gets up and moves over a seat.
“You look beautiful, baby,” Cole says in a low whisper, stirring the butterflies in my stomach. My breath falters when he leans into me and kisses the spot just below my ear.
I let out a low gasp. “Cole, we’re in a public restaurant. People will most likely recognize you. You need to think,” I reprimand through gritted teeth, but he just shoots me a devilish smile, showing me his dimple.
The rest of our meal flows smoothly. Greg, Aubry, and Cole tell stories about their teenage years as Greg’s teammates egg them on. From the corner of my eye, I see Trevor lean forward to look at me when Cole is recalling a prank he pulled on Aubry once. I lean forward as well careful to not let my boobs spill out of my dress and all over the table.