Loving the Odds (What Happens in Vegas) by Stefanie London

Author:Stefanie London [London, Stefanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Entangled: Lovestruck
Published: 2016-03-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

“This isn’t what I signed up for,” Bailey muttered as she looked at the rows of glittering dresses in every color of the rainbow. “We’re wasting time when we should be trying to find Julian.”

“He knows you’re looking for him now,” Lance pointed out as he hung back, hands shoved into his pockets, while she looked for a dress to try on. “But he will be there tonight.”

“And you think if I doll myself up he won’t recognize me?” Her fingers trailed across the long, flared dress of a gown the exact color of the ocean. So not something she would wear. “Because I’m such a sasquatch normally?”

“Have you forgotten what I said this morning?”

“No.” A ripple of excitement ran through her. “But actions speak louder than words.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything as a sales assistant came over to help them. When Bailey tried to tell the woman she didn’t need any help, Lance jumped in and mentioned the ball.

“Oh, you’re here for the Romance Lovers Convention.” The sales assistant clapped her hands together like an excited schoolgirl. “How fun!”

“I’m overjoyed,” Bailey retorted with a deadpan tone and Lance shot her a reproachful look.

“And your boyfriend is buying you a dress?” She tilted her head in a way that reminded Bailey of a Cocker Spaniel.

“My boyfriend is very generous. But I don’t want to look like Showgirl Barbie.” She grimaced at a mannequin wearing a frou-frou dress with pink sequins and a purple tulle skirt.

“I have just the thing.” The assistant held up her hand and disappeared into another row of dresses.

“How about Pole Dancing Barbie?” Lance said with a wink holding up a dress that looked more like a glorified tank top. “Or Private Lap Dance Barbie?”

“Sure. And you can be Super Pimp Ken.” She planted a hand on her hip. “I’ll get you a glittery cane that matches my bedazzled thong.”

“You’re such a tease.”

The sales assistant returned with a dress folded over one arm and ushered Bailey toward the change room. “This should fit you, but if we need to add a belt to bring in the waist we can.”

The assistant hung the dress on the back of the door and gave Bailey a gentle shove forward. She turned, wincing at all the mirrors and bright lights. Hell, she was certain, would be a woman’s fitting room. No one needed to see their flaws from so many angles.

She stripped quickly, focusing her eyes onto the patterned wallpaper, determined not to look at her reflection. Not that it mattered, she already knew how lanky and boy-like she would look. Bailey No Boobs, they’d called her in high school. Sadly, not much had changed.

Ditching everything but her panties, she piled the clothes into a neat stack and set them on the bench before reaching for the dress. Black fabric poofed out from what appeared to be a bodice-style top. The skirt was embroidered with gold thread to create a boldly opulent pattern that looked like something you’d find on an ancient Greek vase.

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