I got into my car and Paul settled himself in the passenger
seat. “First stop, Frederick’s of Hollywood,” he said. “We need get you
something that will make your man hard in less than three seconds. Then, we
need a dress to put on top of it. If Edward is like any hot-blooded man, he’ll
want to fuck you as soon as he sees you. This pants nonsense is just that…nonsense.”
“Excuse me?” I chuckled.
“Bella, he’ll want to lift your skirt, tear off your
barely-there panties and plunge inside of you,” he retorted, arching a brow
over his designer sunglasses. “No wonder Tyler turned gay.”
“Shut up, ass,” I hissed, smacking his arm. Paul gave me an
adorable grin, indicating he was joking.
“Call Angela, Jessica and Becca. See if they’re available,”
Paul smirked.
“Jessica and Becca are working. I’ll see if Ang is free to
turn me into a hooch,” I quipped. I dialed her up. Unfortunately, she had an
appointment with her doctor. She couldn’t come. Shortly after I finished the conversation
with Angela, we pulled up to Frederick’s of Hollywood. “Why am I doing this?”
“To make your studmuffin of a boyfriend come in his pants,”
Paul said seriously. He got out of the car, skipping to the entrance. I rolled
my eyes. Paul really was an older, male version of Alice. God bless him and his
enthusiastic attitude. Inside of the store, Paul already had a handful of black
lacy things in his hands. “When was the last time you had a lingerie overhaul?”
“My bachelorette party,” I replied, plucking a scrap of
satin from his hands. “Crotchless panties?”
“Easy access,” he replied, taking them back. “Public sex is
fucking amazing. This one time, with Joe, we fucked at a concert. I never came
so hard since anyone could have seen us. Try it sometime, Bella.”
“Ah, no,” I deadpanned. “Who was Joe?”
“Boyfriend from two years ago. He’s now in Milan, working as
an assistant for some fashion designer.” Paul shrugged and wandered over to
some lingerie that looked a lot like a school girl’s uniform. “Oh, you have to
get this, Bella. Braid your hair and dayum!”
“You’re so deflecting, Paul,” I said as I looked at the
lingerie he was pulling off the racks. “Do you
still love Joe?”
“Nope. He cheated on me,” Paul replied, walking to a rack of
chemises. “I’m happy with Robert. Perhaps, you’ll be getting a wedding invite
from me.” Paul blushed and held up a chemise to my body. He wrinkled his nose
before swiping a purple one, nodding at it. “I’m planning on proposing to him
on Halloween.”
“Congratulations, Paul,” I smiled, hugging my friend. “Do
you have a ring?”
“Yep. It’s pretty simple. A platinum band with channel set
diamonds,” he said. “I would have loved to give him something ostentatious but
Robert is so simple. He’s definitely the yin to my yang.” He thrust the pile of
lace into my arms. “Try this stuff on. I know it will all fit, but I want to be
sure.”
I took the proffered lingerie and went into a fitting room.
As Paul predicted, it all fit well. I exited the fitting room and he took all
of the sexy things, striding to the checkout. He whipped out his platinum card
and paid for all of my lingerie. “Paul,” I chided.
“Hush, girl,” he admonished. “Consider it a birthday
present. It’s not like my inheritance is going to get any smaller if I spend a
few hundo on my favorite straight girl to seduce her man. Grandfather would be
happy that I’m spending it on a girl.” He smirked adorably and signed the slip
with a flourish.
Paul
Bella's dress to greet Edward
Naughty school girl lingerie
What Bella is wearing under the dress
Bella's Volvo
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