Page 21 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
I shook my head and giggled. “All right, let’s narrow this down by color, then. Red, white, yellow, brown, or blue?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Red. But not a bright, fire engine red. Do you have something that’s, like, a crimson red? Or a clay sort of red?”
I rifled through my closet before I pulled out a romper I owned. “Something like this?”
She squealed. “It’s perfect! Put it on. I want to see it on you.”
I furrowed my brow. “You’ve seen this on me a million times.”
She pursed her lips. “Molly, I know you. And I know how big of a deal this is. This is your second date ever that you’re going on, here, so we’re going to make sure we get it right. It’s shocking enough to me that you’re even considering a date with this guy since you only met him yesterday. So, we aren’t gonna fuck this up. Got it?”
I nodded. “Got it.”
“Good. Now, put that on with that pearl set of jewelry you’ve got and then we’ll pick out some shoes. You still have those black heels, right?”
I wrinkled my nose. “Pearl with crimson red and black heels? Sounds like I got to the bottom of my closet and had to pray for an outfit.”
She groaned. “Just put on the damn outfit, would you? We’ve only got an hour and we still have to do your makeup!”
I wasn’t sure about the choice of outfit, but I put it on anyway. I wiggled my ass into my romper and quickly put on my pearl dangling earrings and my pearl necklace. Then, I slid myself into my four-inch black heels and turned to face Bridget. But not before catching myself in my full-length mirror behind my closet door.
And damn it, this outfit looked amazing.
“Please tell me this is the one. I love it,” I said.
Bridget clapped with joy. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes. You look hot as hell, but casual enough for this to be a day-date. Perfect. Now, since you have dangling earrings on.”
I piled my hair on top of my head with my hand. “Yes, I know. Get my hair off my neck so the earrings can do their work.”
She giggled. “I’ve taught you well, grasshopper.”
I rolled my eyes. “So, what are we going to do about makeup? You know I’ve never been big on it.”
“Give me time to think about it. Go do your hair and get it out of your face, just don’t do a French twist. Do something a bit… messier.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Messier?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Trust me, just do a rough pin-up so that it feels secure but shows off the beachy waves your hair has. It’ll look amazing.”
I sighed. “All right, I’ll take your word for it. Give me about fifteen minutes.”
Fifteen minutes turned into almost thirty, and by the time Bridget was done coaching me through how to fix the mess I had created with my hair and my bobby pins, I only had time to slap on some mascara and lip gloss. But it still worked.
“You look hot as hell,” Bridget said.
I sighed. “You really think so?”
She nodded as she laid back onto her bed. “And you know I’m going to be checking up on you a lot. So, make sure you answer your phone at least a couple of times when I bug you, okay?”
I smiled softly. “I appreciate that, thank you.”
“Hey, that’s what best friends are here for, you know? But you better pick up. If I go more than a couple of hours without hearing from you, I’m sending in the dogs.”
I barked with laughter. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I answer.”
“Good. And don’t let him take you anywhere without service. That’s a recipe for disaster.”
I nodded. “Trust me, that’s common sense in my life.”
“Unless it’s to the beach. I’ll accept it if he’s taking you to a beach with a nice, secluded view.”
I furrowed my brow. “Right. Okay.”
“How hot did you say this guy was?”
I snorted. “Hotter than any man whose head I’ve ever turned.”
“Then, send pictures. Don’t go anywhere without service, even to the beach, so you can send me pictures.”
“What? So you can flick the bean to them later? I don’t think so.”
She scoffed. “What!? I am appalled that you’d think so little of me.”
I grinned. “And yet, you know damn good and well you would.”
She shrugged. “It’s not like I’m dating or getting laid. Let me liiiiiiive through you!”
I cackled with laughter. “You’re so stupid, you know that?”
“And I’m proud of you, you know that?”
I nodded slowly. “I’m proud of me, too.”
“As you should be. This is a major milestone for you. I want you to enjoy it, too. Then, I want you to come home, tell me all the sordid details, and then plop your ass on the couch so we can have our movie night like you promised.”
