Coffee Cup Confessions - Trish Williford Page 0,36
them up for Drew. “Okay, which one? The red maxi dress or short white dress?”
His eyes recognize the white dress from our shopping trip last summer in New York, and his mouth drops. “White! You’d better wear that white one! You look so damn hot in that one!”
The red dress goes back on the hook, and I turn the phone facedown on the counter while I change into the dress.
“Hey, what’s that for?” Drew’s voice is mumbled.
Once the dress is on, I pick the phone up and give him a knowing glare. “If you had left freaking underwear in my bag, I wouldn’t have had to do that, would I?”
“I’m not interested in seeing your snatch. Now, put me down and back up some more so I can see the look I’ve created.”
When I slip on my heels, I do as Drew asked until I could see myself fully in the phone.
“Twirl,” Drew demands.
I do as I was asked and then hold my hands up. “Well?”
“Misha, you know I’m your very best friend in the world, and I would never lie to you, right?”
Okay, this is scaring me. “Yeah …”
“Sweetheart, I’ve never seen you look more beautiful than you do at this very moment. You’re glowing, and there’s no amount of makeup you can wear to get that look. There isn’t a special outfit to bring it out of you. You look so happy, and I think it has to do with the guy who’s taking you to dinner tonight.”
I get an awkward feeling at Drew’s words and probably because it’s true. I do feel happy, and as corny as it sounds, it does show.
“Thank you for the help. I wish you could be here.”
“I’m not supposed to be there. Everything happens for a reason, and you are where you are meant to be and with who you’re meant to be with. Enjoy your evening. You deserve it.”
I blow him a kiss and end the call. Taking one last look in the mirror, I inhale a deep breath for courage. I hope Jake’s reaction is similar to Drew’s.
I step out of the bathroom and our bedroom and into the living room.
Jake glances up at me from the television, and he takes in a sharp breath. “Goddamn, Misha,” he says quietly as he stands.
Seriously, I could say the same about him. He has on a white button-down linen shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and fitted dark slacks.
“You look very handsome.” I don’t trust my shaking legs to walk the distance to him. I lean against the doorframe of the bedroom and watch him walk slowly to me, letting his eyes roam over my body, inch by inch.
“I don’t know if there is a word strong enough to describe how breathtaking I think you look right now.”
The tone of awe in his voice breaks my skin out in goose bumps. “I think you’ve made your point.” I smile.
When he is finally standing in front of me, his hand comes up to my hair, and he runs his fingers through it. “Is this natural?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s gorgeous. You should do it like this more often.” He leans down and kisses my cheek, and his stubble scratches against my skin. He notices when I jump at the unexpected roughness. “I should go shave,” he mentions.
I put my hand on his cheek and shake my head. “Please don’t. I like the way it feels.”
He gives me a wicked smile, and I’m sure we are probably thinking along the same wavelength. “How about we head to dinner before we don’t make it out of this room at all tonight?”
Although staying here and using that entire economy-sized box of condoms Drew packed sounds more enticing, I take his extended hand and opt for dinner instead.
The oceanside bar is packed by the time we finish dinner, and the only available seats are located around the bar. Jake and I order drinks and watch the band playing.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We are so happy you have joined us this evening for a night of music. Tonight’s theme is Sultry Sunday, only the sexiest music of the last few decades to spice up your night. Grab your partner or a stranger if you’re single and hit the sand for some dancing. Maybe you’ll find love while on vacation. If you have a request for your favorite song about sex, let us know, and we’ll do our best to accommodate.”
Jake looks over to me and grins. “Sultry Sunday? Was