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Excerpt from "In Your Wildest Dreams"
A Warner Forever Release
July 2005
ISBN:
0-446-61487-4
©2005 by Toni Blake
It was only by chance that she sat before a mirror as she rolled the silk stocking up her leg. She saw herself in the glass, wearing only the stocking and a pair of satin, cream-colored panties.
"Get a thong," Melody had instructed her. "It'll make you feel sexier."
Stephanie had ignored that part. She hadn't particularly wanted to feel sexy.
But as the second stocking whispered up the smooth skin of her calf, thigh, the lace top resting only a couple of inches from her crotch, a hint of titillation rose there, unbidden.
"It takes more than a pretty dress," Melody had said. "You have to feel it. Sell it. You have to be it, or you'll never fool anybody."
Sell it. Those were the two words she'd plucked from Melody's advice. If Stephanie was adept at anything, it was selling. Products. Pitches. This was a little different, of course. No, a lot different. But that didn't mean she couldn't pull it off.
She glanced back at the cheval mirror in the corner of her room. She'd never seen herself look so purely sexual.
Getting to her feet, she stepped into the creamy cocktail dress, sliding her arms through spaghetti-thin shoulder straps, reaching behind to the zipper. The fabric pulled close, again sending an unexpected tendril of awareness through her body. Awareness of self, of her own sensuality.
Strange, the journeys life led a person on - strange what someone could make themselves do for love. If anyone who knew her could see her now - sexy dress, strappy shoes, about to plunge into a decadent city's underworld - they wouldn't believe it. She could hardly believe it herself.
Fastening a bracelet, she glanced to the bedside clock. Ten-thirty. "Plan to arrive just before eleven," Melody had said. "That's prime time at the hunt."
A fresh shot of trepidation whirred through her. Wait a few minutes and maybe you can convince yourself it's too late, past prime time. You can take off this silly dress, put on pajamas, and watch TV or read a book.
Only problem was, if she didn't go tonight, she'd have to go tomorrow night, or the next night, and every night she talked herself out of it was another night Tina was missing.
Letting out a sigh, she took one last look in the mirror. She didn't even recognize herself.
Maybe that was a good thing.
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