You know what I mean. And by the way, you should slow down.”
I sighed. “You’re kidding me. This is coasting. This is little old lady speed.”
“NASCAR drivers would have heart attacks. Slow down before we get a ticket.”
“Chicken.
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I added pieces the same way I’d constructed my body, from the inside out: boy-cut panties first (lacy), bra (sheer), stockings (thigh high), knee-length leather skirt (black), lime green midriff-baring shirt (polyester). David leaned against the wall and watched this striptease-in-reverse with fabulously expressive eyebrows slowly climbing toward heaven, I finished it off with a pair of strappy lime green three-inch heels, something from the Manolo Blahnik spring collection that I’d seen two months ago in Vogue.
He looked me over, blinked behind the glasses, and asked, “You’re done?”
I took offense, “Yeah. You with the fashion police?”
“I don’t think I’d pass the entrance exam.” The eyebrows didn’t come down. “I never knew you were so…”
“Fashionable?”
“Not really the word I was thinking.”
I struck a pose and looked at him from under my supernaturally lustrous eyelashes. “Come on, you know it’s sexy.”
“And that’s sort of my point.
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