Chapter Forty

Just that thought alone made me want to drag Terry toward the counter. She had a point. If only Nick would know that even if I wear boyish clothing one hundred percent of the time, underneath all those clothes, I also have a hot body. The only difference between me and the skanks he takes home with him was that I don’t display mine for public viewing or auction.

Terry pulled me into a shop that sells cocktail clothes afterward. I stopped by the door and raised a brow at her.

“What?” she asked innocently.

“I distinctly remember saying no Ken-turns-Barbie,” I said a little crossly.

“I want to shop, too, you know. This is for me,” she said. I highly doubted that and yet I still came into the shop with her.

For lack of nothing better to do, I checked out the racks to see the clothes that they sold. They were nothing overly fancy, but the styles were rather chic, simple but fashionable. Many of the cocktail clothes on display were flirty and sassy in bright colors of green, pink, yellow an