Enamored by Shoshanna Evers

her mouth? Telling another sub to lead her? She really was losing her game.
    Lauren followed the petite girl down Fifth Avenue, until Tiff gasped and grabbed her hand. “Here.”
    They stepped inside, and suddenly Lauren envisioned the scene in Pretty Woman where Julia Roberts was laughed out of the store.
    Well, the Black AmEx would shut them up. Maybe she should show it to them first.
    “Good morning, ladies, may I help you?” a coiffed lady asked, walking toward them. The store was empty, with only a few dresses and bags hung artfully on the walls. It didn’t look like a place to shop, it looked like a museum.
    Tiff stepped forward, sliding the card from Lauren’s hand into the saleslady’s hand. Hmm. Tiff probably had the same Pretty Woman scene in her head as well. “Marc Wilde requests his date wear a beautiful but demure dress for the Brooks-Anderson wedding this evening.”
    The woman’s eyes lit up. “Lucky girl. Let’s see what we can do.” She looked at Lauren, and Lauren could imagine that her inner thought process went something along the lines of None of these dresses will fit this woman.
    But the smile remained, and she said, “We alter dresses on the spot for a tailored fit, have no fear.”
    “You read minds?” Lauren joked.
    “It’s my job,” the woman replied, and picked a dress off the wall, one that was clearly a size two. “These are samples, but I have something in the back that might work that’s similar. Any special requests?”
    “Well—”
    Tiff interrupted Lauren. “No black, no red, no white, beautiful without showing too much skin. Or . . . décolletage.”
    “But not frumpy,” Lauren added. Fuck.
    “We don’t make frumpy clothes,” the woman said. “I’m Charlotte, by the way. Don’t worry, darling, we’ll find you something fabulous.”
    She came out of the back room ten minutes later with an armful of dresses. They all still looked way too small for Lauren.
    One was lovely though, she had to admit. It called to her. Pale blue, which always worked well with her red hair, and the way it crossed over one shoulder would cover her chest completely while leaving the other shoulder bare, something that would probably be sexy in its own way.
    “Don’t try zipping up,” Charlotte warned. “Just put it on, and it if works we can take the same fabric from another dress and add it to the back to make it fit and have it ready by the time you come back from shoe-shopping.”
    “So I need to buy two dresses to fit myself into one? Awesome.” Her biting tone didn’t sound appropriately grateful or submissive-like, so she softened it with a smile. “Well, if Marc wants to spend . . . how much is that dress, anyway?”
    Tiff shook her head. Apparently if you needed to ask you couldn’t afford it. “It doesn’t matter, it’s Marc. He made enough money to buy this whole store while he was drinking his coffee this morning. Just try it on.”
    Lauren stepped into the decadent dressing room, not surprised when both Tiff and Charlotte joined her.
    “You’ll need a strapless bra and some Spanx,” Charlotte announced and left to go get them, apparently.
    “I’ve never felt too big before. This is just embarrassing,” Lauren muttered to Tiff.
    “Oh stop. You know you’re gorgeous. Everyone loves your curves. The dresses on the wall are made for wire hangers, not people, you know that.”
    “No, I didn’t.”
    “Yeah. That’s why runway models are so skinny. They wear the dresses like hangers to showcase the dress, not the person. But you . . . you’ll shine in whatever we choose.”
    “That’s sweet,” Lauren said, and she meant it. Maybe Tiff had a bit of a crush on her. Wouldn’t be the first time she’d topped someone and had them sexually attracted to her after. But Marc . . . he’d been attracted to her all this time, or so he said. The thought thrilled her.
    “Knock, knock,” Charlotte said cheerily, and entered without actually knocking.