Tony grinned again, and I threw my dirty rag at him before Parker picked up the phone.
“Yes, Sienna?”
“Where are we going tonight?”
“Somewhere you can’t wear jeans.”
I hated dressing up, and he knew that. “No jeans? Where are you taking me, Parker Liston?”
“If you ask again, we’re not going,” he teased. “I ne
ver ask you to dress up, but it's a nicer place. I don’t want you to feel out of place.”
“I feel out of place anywhere that’s not a diner or a bar.”
“I know you have one or two dresses. Pick one, and I’ll see you tonight.”
I groaned into the phone. “Fine. See you then.”
“Did he tell you?” Tony asked from the kitchen.
“No,” I said. “Next time, give me a heads-up.”
He poked his head out so I could see him through the pass-through from the kitchen. “That’s what I was doing.”
He disappeared again, and I smiled. But it quickly fell away when I thought of Parker proposing to Rachel.
Almost an hour later, I stood in front of my closet wearing a thong and a black bra. They were the only matching pair of underwear I owned. I supposed if Parker was going to make me dress up, I’d go all out. And he was wrong. I had more than two dress options. But none of them had seen any action in some time. I put five dresses on my bed and stared at them. I picked up a black three-quarter sleeved one and regarded it. I’d worn it to a memorial service for my uncle about a year ago.
I tossed that to the side. As much as it would kill me to hear Parker tell me about his proposal to Rachel, I wasn’t giving up yet.
There was a lace-covered cherry-red dress, but that was my date dress. The one that said, “Let’s skip this meal and fuck.” Not that I’d been on a date in a while, and I definitely hadn’t met any guys I wanted to skip right to the bedroom with. And this wasn’t a date—Parker had made it clear this was about him and Rachel.
Gag me.
That left me with three dresses. Two were black, and the last one was a cap-sleeve dress that had a tight, navy blue bodice with a flowy skirt. It was a good mix of my casual style but fancy enough for whichever restaurant Parker had chosen.
I slipped it on and was surprised to know it still fit. With the number of bacon cheeseburgers I consumed on a weekly basis, I almost thought I’d have to go with the stretchier black ones. It even completely covered the tattoo that stretched from my left hip down my thigh.
I grabbed a pair of black heels and slipped them on. While they did wonders for accentuating the lean muscles in my legs, I knew my feet would be killing me by the time I got to the restaurant. I kicked them off and tossed them onto the bed. I’d put them on at the last possible second. I hoped the table had a long tablecloth because those puppies would be coming off the second I sat down.
I threw on a layer of concealer and foundation before applying some mascara and lip gloss. Looking in the mirror, I scowled. I looked like the type of girls that Parker took out all the time. I wished he would have opted to take me to a bar, but I supposed he needed to spend his money somehow.
I brushed my hair until it went from a tangled rat’s nest to glossy waves that cascaded over my shoulders.
I’d just put down the brush when my doorbell rang.
I scooped up the heels from my bed and headed for the door.
When I opened the front door, Parker was standing there in a black shirt and black suit pants. His dirty-blond hair was slicked back tonight instead of styled like he normally wore it. I wondered if I should have picked a different dress.
Parker leaned forward and looked into the space. “Is Sienna here? About yea tall. And normally dresses like a truck driver.”
I punched him in the arm. “Let’s go, loser.”
He laughed as I passed him. He closed the door behind me and we headed out to his car.
“Did you forget your shoes?” he asked.