Bedded Bliss (Found in Oblivion #1) - Cari Quinn Page 0,17
that wasn’t going to be a cheap place. No twenty dollar dresses on the clearance racks for this shop.
Jinx braceleted Chloe’s wrist as she began to back up. “Oh no, you don’t.”
“We can definitely find someplace cheaper.”
Ivy and Jinx hauled her through the doors. “We have permission remember, Pollyanna?” Jinx scanned the faces in the shop. “Who’s Meri?”
A woman with long, sun-kissed brown hair came forward. “I’m Meredith.”
“Suzanne sent us.”
Meri’s polite smile widened. “I just got the text. She said you girls were a lot of fun.”
“Especially since we have rockstar money to play with.”
“Oh, jeez. Jinx, say it a little louder.”
“We have rockstar money to play with.” Jinx’s voice lifted.
Chloe bowed her head.
Meri laughed. “I have a friend just like you,” she said to Jinx.
“Then you have taste. And you can find us hot clothes for Light tonight.”
“I think we can handle that.”
“Guys, can we talk about this?”
“No,” Jinx and Ivy said in unison.
Meri showed them to the back of the store. Four dressing rooms were set up in a large curve. A huge tufted circular bench sat in the center. She couldn’t stop herself from swiping her hand over the sumptuous fabric. Everything screamed money and luxury. Shopping at Target was splurging for her.
“You’re a four or six, right?”
Chloe blinked at Meri. “I honestly have no idea. I’m an eight in Target, a medium on the clearance rack at TJ Maxx.”
“Well, we’ll just figure it out.”
“I’m a four,” Jinx announced.
“In your dreams,” Ivy muttered. “You have too much hip for a four, you liar.”
Meri laughed. “All right, let’s take a walk around then. You can leave your bags here. They’ll be safe.”
A flurry of silk, satin, rayon, and even a random cotton was piled into Chloe’s arms as Meri and Jinx grabbed clothes for her. Just as many were draped over Ivy and Jinx’s arms—actually, a bit more. They were far more willing to strip the hangers than she was.
Ten minutes later, she had her serviceable black leggings around her ankles and the third dress on. None of them seemed to fit right. Too tight in the boob, too clingy in the ass, or if they did fit, the price tag gave her palpitations.
“I hate this.”
“Try this.” A soft gray and blue dress came over the top of the door. When she didn’t take it right away, Meri wiggled it. “Try it.”
“It’s way too short.”
“You have fabulous legs. Try it.”
Chloe sighed.
“And no bra.”
“Um, you do know that I had a kid, right?”
“No bra.”
Chloe held up the dress and gulped. The entire back was open, with a skinny chain attached at the shoulder. It was a scrap of nothing.
“Come on, hooker. We require adult beverages.”
She wiggled out of the pink monstrosity she was currently wearing, unstrapped her boobs, and put the new dress on. It floated around her like a dream. The waist was elastic of all things, but it bloused the dress just right, making her look young and fashionable.
She hadn’t been fashionable since she was sixteen-freaking-years-old.
“Get out here.”
“Where’s the price tag on this thing?”
“I took it off,” Meri said.
“I told her to,” Ivy said.
She opened the door. “You too?” Chloe’s breath caught. Ivy Johnson had certainly been transformed. “Wow.”
Ivy twirled. “I know, right?”
“Why does she get to wear pants?” Chloe tugged at the short length of her dress. It felt like her damn ass was on display.
Ivy fussed with her floral bustier, hoisting up her girls. “Because I have to deal with a strapless top.”
“I’m braless here.” Chloe crossed her arms over her chest.
Meri drew her out of the dressing room. “Nope. Come look in the full mirror.”
“Don’t you think the one in there was enough?”
Jinx whistled. “Where have you been hiding those legs?”
Chloe felt the heat flooding her face. She did a helluva lot of walking for work, not to mention hauling kegs around when she covered the bar. Oh, and a twenty-pound kid. Couldn’t forget that part.
“Get up there,” Ivy said. “I wasn’t sure about my outfit until Meri made me do it too.”
“Wait. Shoes.”
Chloe curled her toes into the ultra-soft pile carpeting of the changing area. “I have sandals.”
“You don’t have these.” Meri held up a pair of gold, strappy sandals with four-inch heels.
“Do you want me to kill myself?”
“You remember how to wear heels. You used to wear even taller ones to the club with—” Jinx pressed her lips together. “Sorry.”
Chloe took the shoes. “No, you’re right. I wore spiked heels for Snake because he loved my legs in them.”