Undone, Volume 1 by Callie Harper

Author:Callie Harper [Harper, Callie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Amazon: B01BMKY282
Goodreads: 29069438
Published: 2016-03-13T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 6

Ana

“OK, what do you think?” I emerged from my bedroom to show my two eagerly-awaiting roommates my outfit.

“No!” they chorused as one.

“Really?” I looked down. I thought I’d chosen pretty well for my date with Ash Black. A deep scarlet top with a wide scoop neck that draped well and a short sparkly black skirt I’d just bought for a holiday party paired with long, heeled boots. I wanted to look good without looking like I’d spent all day trying to look good. Casual but not overalls-causal. Slightly sexy without throwing myself at him. Didn’t it work?

“First of all, you’re going to be cold,” Jillian began. “Want to borrow my turtleneck sweater?”

“This is Ash Black you’re meeting.” Liv sat perched on a stool next to our kitchen counter, the only eating space we had in our apartment. Room for tables and chairs was a luxury I couldn’t afford in New York City.

“I didn’t even think you liked Ash Black?”

“I don’t. He manufactures sellout corporate rock.” Liv preferred German indie punk bands, the kind of soundtrack that would work well in the apocalypse. “But you look like a librarian.”

“I do?” I looked down at myself again. My fitted skirt hit mid-thigh and the heels on my boots were at least three inches tall. I felt like I was kind of pushing the envelope.

“Here’s what you do.” Liv slipped off the stool to demonstrate. “Big coat.” She brought her hands to the front as if clasping two sides of a jacket. “Nothing underneath but a lacy bra, panties and my stiletto thigh-highs. You get to the bar and…” She gave me a wink as she opened her pretend coat.

“I don’t know about public nudity.”

“Oh, get over it.”

“That is a really bad idea.” Jillian held up her finger in admonishment.

Perfect, I realized. I’d chosen the perfect outfit since they both hated it. Crazy, off-her-rocker Liv thought it was too boring while conservative, worrywart Jillian thought it wasn’t sensible enough. Jackpot.

“OK, you guys. I’m heading out.” I wound a scarf around my neck for Jillian.

“At least let me get some eye pencil on you,” Liv asked.

“Go light,” I warned her, standing under the best—also the only—bright, overhead light in our apartment.

She was on me in a second, tilting back my head. “Look up.”

“Think Kate Middleton, not Cleopatra.”

“Boring.” Liv shook her head, but followed instructions.

“Tell him he should be ashamed of himself for what he did to Mandy Monroe.” Jillian handed me my purse.

“OK, I’ll start with that,” I teased her.

“Tell him he’s a corporate brand. He’s not making music. He’s making money.” Liv always sounded so angry.

“OK, thanks! Wish me luck!”

“Good luck!” they called after me as I walked out the front door and then down three flights of stairs. I didn’t know how the winds of fate had paired me with these roommates, but I thanked them. Liv and Jillian were pure entertainment.

The wind whipped, but my coat, scarf and excitement kept me warm. All the way on the subway, I kept smiling and nearly wanting to pinch myself.

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