Break Me Slowly(31)
“Wait, why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything.”
I bit my bottom lip. “I didn’t tell him I was a virgin. It spooked him a little the next morning.”
Megan sat back in her chair, her mouth hanging open.
“But he’s talking to me today, so that’s a good sign.”
Megan shook her head. “I don’t know what to say. I don’t want you to get hurt again.”
“I know, and I appreciate your looking out for me.”
She blew out a breath. “Are you happy?”
Warmth flooded my cheeks. “Yeah. Right now, I’m really happy.”
“Okay, then. Are you going to see him again?”
Before I could answer, my phone rang. Kink flashed on the screen. I tried to hide my goofy smile as I answered. “Were your ears burning?”
“You were discussing me?” I could hear the grin in his voice.
“Maybe.”
“That pleases me. Good things, I hope.”
“Why, Adam Kinkade, what could I possibly say negatively about you?”
“I keep warning you about that mouth, lover.”
My breath hitched.
“Perhaps we can discuss this more tonight. There is a silent auction fundraiser. I would like to invite you to come with me.”
Megan was chewing, her wide eyes skating across my face, obviously dying to know what was going on.
“Um, is this a classy sort of thing?”
“Yes.”
I put my hand over the bottom of my phone. “Can I borrow a dress? A nice one?” I whispered to Megan.
She nodded.
“There’s no need, Katelyn. I will send everything you need to your home. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“That’s not necessary. I can dress myself.”
“Yes, I am aware of that, but I want you to wear what I send. And only what I send.”
My heart jumped into my throat. Adam was picking something out for me? The idea that he wanted to see me in something specific had me excited and giddy.
“All right.”
“See you tonight.”
I hung up the phone and a tremor raced down my spine.
“So…?” Megan asked.
“I think I’m going on a date with Adam Kinkade.”
Chapter Eleven
“Oh my God and all things hot!” Megan screeched when I walked out of my room.
As promised, Adam had a dress, shoes, and jewelry sent to my house the moment I got home.
“This is way too much.”
I looked down self-consciously at myself. When I opened the garment box, there had been a note that read:
To match your eyes…
~A
The dress was form-fitting. Every swell and flare of my body was hugged tightly by the thin nude sheath. The outer layer was strategically placed emerald lace, woven all over the bodice and flowing downward. It was designed to look as if I were wearing only the layer of lace. The thin straps were made of green silk and draped across my outer shoulders, setting off the plunging V-neck. Combined with the nude heels and a pair of emerald earrings, I felt more like a princess than anything else.
“You look incredible.” Megan looked like she was about to cry.
“No, no. Don’t you dare! I already feel on the brink of a meltdown.”
“I’m cool,” she said, wiping a fingertip along her lower lashes. “Let’s do your hair. With that color on your pale skin, you need to sweep that mane of red madness up to expose your neck.”
I fidgeted with my hands. “I don’t know about that.”
Megan stood up and slowly reached for my hand.
“If you let me do your makeup, I can make sure all the scars are covered.” As if sensing my unease, she added, “I can use a concealer brush. My fingers don’t even have to touch your skin.”
I always used thick concealer to cover the smattering of crescent-moon scars that ran from my jaw to my neck. Some were bigger than others, pinker than others, deeper than others. My hair was the only other buffer I had to shield me.
“You’re such a good friend. I just…I think I’ll leave it down.”
She smiled back. “No problem, we’ll just curl it, then?”
I nodded.
“Makeover time! This is going to be fun. Oh, and we’re going to charcoal your eyes to look all smoky.” Megan danced a little. She was the girly one of us two. It was a good day if I got around to putting on mascara.
“Is this all he sent?”
“Aside from a nude shawl, clutch, and heels, yes.”
There was no lingerie. No panties. God knew even the world’s greatest strapless bra wouldn’t have worked in this situation anyway. I was wrapped pretty tight. Adam’s direction had been, Only wear what I send.
Megan hauled me into the bathroom. I nearly tripped on the floor-length gown, but hustled behind her as the tiny train trailed behind me.