Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“You want me to dress up like an anime manga character?” I ask, staring at her in shock. “To my office Christmas party?”
Brianna laughs as she hands it to me. “Try it on.”
“No!” I say as I recoil away from the dress like it’s going to bite me or something.
“Why not?” she taunts. “Are you afraid?”
“Yes! Actually, I’m terrified!”
I don’t have a body like Brianna. Or the confidence. We’re roughly the same height, but she’s all athletic and hard and toned from playing volleyball in college. I’m soft and squishy from eating too many Christmas cookies.
“It’s just me,” she says as she throws the dress at me.
I cower away, but it lands on my head. Wow, it is really soft. It’s a gorgeous material and I love the color. It’s Christmasy, yet classy and elegant at the same time.
“That dress has magical powers,” she says as she sits on my desk chair and spins around. “You’re going to hypnotize Mr. Prince in it.”
“Mr. King.”
“Prince, King,” she says with a shrug. “You’ll have the whole damn kingdom eating out of the palm of your hand if you wear that dress to the party.”
I’m thinking about it as she grins at me.
“Just try it on.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine. But I’m not wearing it.”
My heart is racing as I bring it into the bathroom and try it on. It fits well at least. A lot more revealing than my elf pajamas, but I’m not going to be able to seduce Mr. King in those. I fix up my hair and, wow. I look kinda hot.
Brianna is cycling through my screenshots of Mr. King when I strut back into the room with the gorgeous red dress flowing behind me.
Her mouth drops when she sees me. “Yes! One gazillion times yes! You’re wearing that!”
“No, I’m not.”
“Bitch, I’ll never talk to you again if you don’t.”
I laugh. “Then, who are you going to steal food from?”
“I said I wouldn’t talk to you, but I’ll still come over and steal your food.”
I step in front of the full-length mirror and we both stare at it in silence as I move around.
This dress will certainly be making an appearance in my next Mr. King fantasy, but it will not be making an appearance at the Christmas party.
“It’s too much,” I finally say.
“If you want a guy like this,” she says as she points at the screenshot of Mr. King, “then you need to wear a dress like that.”
I sigh as I turn back to the mirror. My boobs do look great. Although, you can see a bit too much of them for my liking.
“You need to wow this guy. You need to blow his fucking brains out with your hotness and that dress is how you’re going to do it.”
“It’s not just him there,” I say as I wonder if I can pin the slits on the legs so they’re not so high. “All of my coworkers will be there too. There’s this judgy girl, Andrea, and this weird guy, Gary.”
“There’s always a judgy girl,” Brianna says with an eye roll. “Fuck those bitches.”
Just the thought of walking into the hall wearing this is giving me butterflies.
“You want that man for Christmas,” she says as she points at my computer screen. “Give him an irresistible present to unwrap.”
My heart beats faster as I stare at the photo of Marshall. He’s staring back at me with the slightest grin on his face. I remember when I took that screenshot. It was four months ago. I don’t know what the meeting was about, but I remember that he had a piece of lint on his shoulder that starred in my fantasy.
I stepped on my toes and leaned in close to pluck it off. He commented on my perfume as I lingered too long. Then, those big hands were on me and he fucked me hard on his desk. It’s one of my favorites.
“You want him?” Brianna asks, already knowing the answer. I haven’t shut up about him since she moved in.
I take a deep breath as I stare at those dark sexy eyes. Those irresistible lips. That strong jaw. Those hands… God, I love those hands.
“Yes,” I say, a bit more firmly. “I want him.”
She points at my dress with a fierce look. “Then, that’s how you’re going to get him. Remember. It’s magical.”
I take a deep breath as I turn back to the mirror.
I hope she’s right…
Well, this dress is certainly garnering a lot of attention. Everyone is looking at me.
I hold my coat around my body as I wait for the bus.
The homeless guy on the bench keeps staring at my exposed (and freezing) legs. Let’s hope that Marshall has the same tastes as that creepy guy.
The bus arrives and I get on, holding the train of my dress up so it doesn’t get full of that gross gray sludge that is synonymous with winter.