Claimed By The Devil - Joanna Blake Page 0,52

sex with Melissa. She had turned bright red and stammered when she told Kaylie that. Nick was doing it out of respect for her loss and trying to give her a mourning period. But it was almost four weeks now and she was getting antsy. She’d told him she was ready. He just didn’t believe her.

So today, we were taking matters into our own hands. Melissa was over at our house. The girls were all here, too. We’d chosen my place because Whiskey was at Jack’s in the massive garage the guys all used for woodworking. Plus, out of everyone, my figure was the closest to Melissa’s. We were both super curvy girls who weren’t exactly tall.

Poor Nick had no idea what was about to hit him.

Sally was playing with the long strands of Melissa’s wet hair, giving her a quick trim with her professional sheers and reshaping it around her face. She was the best of all of us at doing hair, by far. If she hadn’t had a successful career as a singer-songwriter, she would have been an amazing hairdresser. As it was, we had our own personal stylist on hand for events. She said it was all those years of maintaining her hair on the road between gigs. She didn’t talk a lot about those years, but when she did, it was always tinged with sadness.

As much as she loved performing, she had been suffering horribly all the time. She didn’t tour extensively anymore, but she still recorded music and performed around the country. Now, she could sing and go home to her loving husband and kids. It was the best of both worlds.

Kaylie was supervising from across the living room with her feet up and her hands resting on her huge belly. Janet and Molly were raiding my closet. Suzannah was making us all cocktails (and mocktails) and Angel was unpacking super sexy shoes and makeup from her days working in an illegal casino for the Margarelli brothers.

We had Melissa covered. More than covered. We had her uncovered, I thought with a giggle.

We were going to kill this.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Molly

“Jeans? Or a dress?”

“He’s seen her in jeans. We need to shock him into action,” Janet countered. “Mini-skirt?”

“Becks mostly wears 1950’s cut dresses. Melissa would look super cute in one of those,” I offered, tilting my head to the side.

“Hmm, yeah. That would blow his mind. But we need him to be utterly helpless.” She flipped through the closet and then grinned. “This should do it.”

She held out a white eyelet bustier. It was super feminine, flirty, and yet almost proper. And it was clearly made for a curvy girl. It would look good with jeans or a cute skirt. Actually, I thought it might be too much skin with a skirt if it was too short. Of course, not all the girls were as modest as I was.

And Janet was right. This was a special occasion. We needed to make sure Nick completely lost control. He had to be smacked in the face with his repressed desire for Melissa. Or her boobs, anyway.

“Girls,” she said as we strode back into the living room, triumphantly holding the bustier aloft. “We have liftoff.”

I giggled at the shocked look on Melissa’s face. Her jaw dropped. But she stayed in her seat when Sally told her not to move an inch. It was best to listen to Sally when she was wielding blazing hot beauty tools.

“What should she wear with it?” Angel mused. “Jeans?”

“Too hard to get off,” Janet concluded practically. “We need something short enough so he can shove it up to her waist.”

“Oh, dear Lord,” Melissa said, sounding terrified. “He would never do that. And there is no way I can pull that off.”

“Oh, but he will, and you most definitely can,” Janet said with an evil cackle. “You’ll thank us for this tomorrow.”

“If she can even walk,” Sally joked. Melissa turned white. “I’m just teasing, honey. I’m sure Nick will be gentle.”

“Maybe the first time,” Suzannah teased with a chortle.

“I have a denim and lace skirt that should work. Casual and short but not micro. Room for those sexy hips,” she sang out as she ran from the room.

Melissa buried her face in her hands before Sally slapped them playfully away.

“No time for nerves, sweetheart. We’re getting you ready for battle. Time to do your makeup!”

I helped Janet cut off the tags on the lingerie we had bought just for tonight. Lace panties and a matching bra. Thankfully,