Buying Curves by Roxie Wilde

Author:Roxie Wilde [Wilde, Roxie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-19T16:00:00+00:00

“How do we like it?” Celeste asked.

I blinked at the reflection in the opulent dressing room mirror, trying to come up with something to say.

“It’s beautiful.”

The voluptuous blonde whisked back the curtain, scrutinizing the dress she’d chosen for me with the eye of a surgeon. But unlike the ivory and burgundy, there was no disapproval on her face as she took in the curve-hugging black dress with its plunging neckline.

“Honey you make that dress look good,”

When Oliver had turned me loose on Rodeo Drive with his black AmEx, I’d honestly been terrified. Most of the women in this town were tiny, willowy model types with legs for miles. I didn’t think I’d even be able to find a single outfit worthy of dinner with my new pretend fiance. To my complete surprise and delight I was oh so wrong.

Celeste’s store Dangerous Curves was nestled between Prada and Juicy Couture on a tree-lined street. The pink striped awning out front reminded me of the Libido condom boxes I’d have to open up the glass case to sell back when I worked at Dell’s.

The store was bigger than it looked from the street, decked out in lush jewel tones and ornate gold mirrors. Dotted throughout were several extravagant loveseats, inviting shoppers to sit down and simply take their mind off of spending untold amounts of cash.

It was what I imagined the inside of a genie’s bottle must look like.

Celeste had been expecting me— apparently Oliver really did have an actual non-betrothed assistant to take care of these things.

One careful top to bottom visual inspection of me in my battered Vans was seemingly enough to give her my exact measurements. Celeste had marched me through the store, whisking dresses and skirts and far, far too much lingerie off the racks like a general in Louboutins.

Once she’d gotten me in the dressing room, she’d tutted at the discount store sports bra before handing me the kind of lace and satin underthings I thought they only made for girls whose girls never needed any actual support. To my amazement, the nude bra did amazing things for my cleavage.

By the time we’d gotten to the sleek black dress, I hardly even recognized the woman in the mirror. The massage and spa treatments had left my skin silky smooth beneath the luxurious fabric. My neatly manicured nails gleamed deep red beneath the glittering mini chandelier of the dressing room. This person, whoever she was, could almost pass for someone who could be seen having dinner with Oliver Knight.

I felt a shiver of anticipation at the thought.

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