Shock and Aww (Blue Collar Bensons 2)

To be honest, she was excited to wear a designer dress. The most glamorous piece of clothing she owned was a two-hundred-dollar pair of jeans she’d purchased for half off at a Black Friday sale. To wear something once worn and probably captured on camera by the spectacular movie star Scarlett gave her quite a thrill.

“We’ll give you a minute of privacy. Come on, Ronnie.” Mickie grabbed her friend’s hand and tugged her out of the room.

“Hey!” Ronnie called as she was yanked without ceremony into the hallway. “I never agreed to give her privacy. What the hell does she need privacy for? It’s just us. We all have tits!”

“Shh, quiet. Help me pick out the makeup.” The door shut, leaving Hannah alone in Mickie and Keith’s guest room, where Mickie had decided to give her a makeover, apparently. She peeled out of her clothes then put on the strapless bra as instructed by Mickie. A tiny thong followed only because she refused to go without panties, as her foolish new friend suggested. After getting a lecture and finger shake about panty lines, she’d gotten Mickie to agree to a seamless thong. Both the bra and thong had been purchased for her by Mickie earlier that morning.

Heavens, it’d been a long time since Hannah had worn one of these damn thongs. After a few false starts, she managed to shimmy herself into the slinky black number Mickie swore would make JP’s “tongue loll out then crawl across the room to lick her all over.”

Whatever that meant.

After tying the halter straps behind her neck, she glanced down. Wow. More cleavage than she’d ever shown stared her in the face. The dress had a keyhole cutout right over the tops of her breasts, which crossed into the halter straps. Other than the cleavage and a bare upper back, the dress didn’t have much pizzaz. Black and fitted. Nothing sparkly or overly eye-catching. Simple and sexy. She loved it.

Hannah slipped her feet in the very tall heels Mickie had claimed were accidentally sent to her by a designer, thus not her size. Hannah had a feeling that was bull. Over the past few weeks, she’d gotten to know Mickie, and the woman was nothing if not generous with her money. Most likely, she’d purchased the shoes for Hannah and this very outing.

“Can we come in yet?” Mickie yelled through the door.

“Yep. I’m dressed.”

The door flew open, and Mickie dragged reluctant Ronnie in much as she’d lugged her from the room.

“Look, Mick, I love you, but if you pull my arm out of the socket, we’re gonna fight,” Ronnie said as she rubbed her wrist. “All right, let’s see this—damn, woman.”

“I knew it!” Mickie clapped while beaming. Then she smacked Ronnie’s arm. “Didn’t I tell you this dress would be perfect?”

With a sweet smile, Ronnie whacked Mickie back with a little too much force.

“Ouch!”

“She might be crazy, but she is so right, Hannah. Have you looked at yourself yet? You look like a fucking supermodel.”

A supermodel. Not likely. A nervous laugh escaped her. Had she ever been on the receiving end of so many complements on her looks and appreciative stares?

No. And she had no idea how to take it without feeling like a bug under the microscope.

“I haven’t looked yet.”

“Well, let’s change that right now.” Mickie grasped her shoulders and propelled her into the walk-in closet. She cupped her hand over Hannah’s eyes then positioned her, presumably in front of the full-length mirror hanging from the wall. “Okay, ready?”

Maybe?

“Yes.”

“One…two…”

“Jesus, Mickie, just let the woman look at herself.”

“Three!”

Mickie yanked her hand away with a flourish, then took a step back.

“Wow,” Hannah said as she took in the sight before her. Who the hell was this woman? She looked…hot.

“Sexy AF, right?” Mickie asked.

“Actually, um, yeah.” Hannah twisted right and left, unable to keep from checking out her own backside. The dress hugged her in all the right places. Her stomach looked flatter than usual, her breasts perkier, and her butt rounder and higher. All things her mother would lose her mind over convinced Hannah would be drugged, abducted, and trafficked to some pervert, never to be heard from again.

She wasn’t worried. JP would be by her side all night.

“What is this thing made of?” she asked as she continued to check herself out.

“Honey, trust me when I say the dress is just the icing on the very yummy cake. This is all you. We just put some pretty wrapping on you. Now let’s get to hair and makeup.”

“Kill me now,” Ronnie muttered, but she dutifully followed Mickie into the bathroom.

Hannah took a few more moments to gawk at herself. A shiver ran up her spine as she imagined JP’s reaction. Would he like it? Probably. Her breasts were on display, and the dress was tight as anything. Would he touch her tonight while they danced? Pull her close? Run his hands over her body? Grind against her?