’ ll let you know the exact date we ’ ll be moving in. ”
As they descended in the elevator, Leah felt her heart sinking and her stomach doing flip-flops of nervous tension. Instinctively, she put her arm around Ali and kissed the top of her head lightly.
Chapter 7
Across town, Roxie stood in her bedroom closet deciding what to wear on her date with D.J. that evening. He had been very mysterious about his “ club. ” Roxie insisted she knew every club in the tri-county area, but D.J. said this was a private club that few people knew existed. He wouldn ’ t give her any details about its whereabouts or anything else. He said he wanted her to go there without any preconceived ideas or expectations.
“ How am I supposed to know what to wear? ” Roxie mused. It wasn ’ t a lack of selection that she faced. Her closet was the converted second bedroom of her condominium, which she had decided she didn ’ t need. She had no children from her two short marriages and preferred to put up visiting friends and relatives at a hotel. A home office was unnecessary because she worked from her car or company ’ s downtown office. So she had the second bedroom outfitted as a huge walk-in closet, complete with dressers, a revolving clothes rod, and built-in shelves for shoes and accessories. It suited her perfectly.
Roxie was wearing a black Donna Karan halter dress that emphasized her cleavage when D.J. arrived promptly at 8 p.m. Her straight black hair was pulled back in a twist, and she wore bare, strappy Jimmy Choo sandals on her pedicured feet. She threw a vintage hand-knit shawl she had found at a boutique in Boca Raton across her shoulders.
D.J. gave her a long, low whistle, but Roxie was not convinced he liked her outfit. She was accustomed to a more enthusiastic approval from the men she dated. “ I didn ’ t know what to wear, because you won ’ t tell me where we ’ re going. Will this do? ”
“ Darlin ’ , you ’ re gorgeous. But actually, that ’ s not quite right for the club I ’ m taking you to. ”
Roxie checked him out. He was wearing a black Hugo Boss jacket over a white silk sweater and black slacks. The tight clothes emphasized his muscular build. Tonight ’ s cowboy boots were black snakeskin.
Roxie couldn ’ t help be a bit miffed. “ Well, then, ” she retorted. “ Come help me pick out something ’ s that is right. ”
D.J. didn ’ t skip a beat when she led him to her closet. He started to go through her wardrobe, which took a considerable amount of time. D.J. finally held up a tiny red slip dress, with several rows of narrow rhinestone straps that crisscrossed in back.
“ Try this one on for me. And take your hair down, please. ”
Roxie rolled her eyes at him, but took the dress into the dressing area and put it on. The bodice of the dress was very small and the thin, clingy fabric barely covered her nipples, emphasizing her full, round breasts. The back of the dress dipped down to right above the crack in her derriere. The dress was so short that she could not bend over without exposing her cheeks. She had only one pair of tiny panties that could be worn with this dress, and she slipped on the lace thong, which was attached to a tiny triangle of material that barely covered the intended area. She came out of the dressing room, expecting him to say, “ Forget it. ”
“ Perfect! Now put on these shoes. ” He held out a pair of Stuart Weitzman high-heel sandals with a rhinestone ball decorating the clear strap across her toes.
“ D.J., are you sure? This is the dress I wore last Halloween to a ‘ Pimp and Prostitute ’ party! ”
“ Like I said before. Perfect. ”
Roxie stared at him and shook her head. “ All right, but when we get there, if I ’ m embarrassed by what I ’ m wearing, we ’ re leaving. ”
“ You got it, lady. ”
“ And, we ’ d better take my car. There ’ s no way I ’ m climbing in and out of your truck in this outfit! ”
“ I
As they descended in the elevator, Leah felt her heart sinking and her stomach doing flip-flops of nervous tension. Instinctively, she put her arm around Ali and kissed the top of her head lightly.
Chapter 7
Across town, Roxie stood in her bedroom closet deciding what to wear on her date with D.J. that evening. He had been very mysterious about his “ club. ” Roxie insisted she knew every club in the tri-county area, but D.J. said this was a private club that few people knew existed. He wouldn ’ t give her any details about its whereabouts or anything else. He said he wanted her to go there without any preconceived ideas or expectations.
“ How am I supposed to know what to wear? ” Roxie mused. It wasn ’ t a lack of selection that she faced. Her closet was the converted second bedroom of her condominium, which she had decided she didn ’ t need. She had no children from her two short marriages and preferred to put up visiting friends and relatives at a hotel. A home office was unnecessary because she worked from her car or company ’ s downtown office. So she had the second bedroom outfitted as a huge walk-in closet, complete with dressers, a revolving clothes rod, and built-in shelves for shoes and accessories. It suited her perfectly.
Roxie was wearing a black Donna Karan halter dress that emphasized her cleavage when D.J. arrived promptly at 8 p.m. Her straight black hair was pulled back in a twist, and she wore bare, strappy Jimmy Choo sandals on her pedicured feet. She threw a vintage hand-knit shawl she had found at a boutique in Boca Raton across her shoulders.
D.J. gave her a long, low whistle, but Roxie was not convinced he liked her outfit. She was accustomed to a more enthusiastic approval from the men she dated. “ I didn ’ t know what to wear, because you won ’ t tell me where we ’ re going. Will this do? ”
“ Darlin ’ , you ’ re gorgeous. But actually, that ’ s not quite right for the club I ’ m taking you to. ”
Roxie checked him out. He was wearing a black Hugo Boss jacket over a white silk sweater and black slacks. The tight clothes emphasized his muscular build. Tonight ’ s cowboy boots were black snakeskin.
Roxie couldn ’ t help be a bit miffed. “ Well, then, ” she retorted. “ Come help me pick out something ’ s that is right. ”
D.J. didn ’ t skip a beat when she led him to her closet. He started to go through her wardrobe, which took a considerable amount of time. D.J. finally held up a tiny red slip dress, with several rows of narrow rhinestone straps that crisscrossed in back.
“ Try this one on for me. And take your hair down, please. ”
Roxie rolled her eyes at him, but took the dress into the dressing area and put it on. The bodice of the dress was very small and the thin, clingy fabric barely covered her nipples, emphasizing her full, round breasts. The back of the dress dipped down to right above the crack in her derriere. The dress was so short that she could not bend over without exposing her cheeks. She had only one pair of tiny panties that could be worn with this dress, and she slipped on the lace thong, which was attached to a tiny triangle of material that barely covered the intended area. She came out of the dressing room, expecting him to say, “ Forget it. ”
“ Perfect! Now put on these shoes. ” He held out a pair of Stuart Weitzman high-heel sandals with a rhinestone ball decorating the clear strap across her toes.
“ D.J., are you sure? This is the dress I wore last Halloween to a ‘ Pimp and Prostitute ’ party! ”
“ Like I said before. Perfect. ”
Roxie stared at him and shook her head. “ All right, but when we get there, if I ’ m embarrassed by what I ’ m wearing, we ’ re leaving. ”
“ You got it, lady. ”
“ And, we ’ d better take my car. There ’ s no way I ’ m climbing in and out of your truck in this outfit! ”
“ I
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