Hudson (Anderson Billionaires #4) - Melody Anne Page 0,82
to add. She was confused about what she was feeling.
“I’ve known you since kindergarten and I’m not buying it,” Darla told her. She began strumming through her clothes and she pulled out several dresses.
“I don’t wear dresses,” Daisy said as she eyed the bright materials with distrust.
“Too bad. You are today . . . and you’re wearing heels,” Darla said, glaring at her as if daring her to argue.
“Do you want me to fall on my face?” Daisy asked with horror.
“Don’t worry, I have some low heels you won’t even notice. You’re going to knock this man’s socks off. He’s as hot as hell and he’s totally lusting after you already. Just wait until he sees you all dolled up.”
“I don’t want him lusting after me,” Daisy lied.
“Yeah, I’m calling BS on that right away. Now try on these two dresses while I plug in the curling iron.”
“Ugh, I never should’ve come here,” Daisy said, a pout on her lips.
“Yep, cause now you’re all mine.”
Daisy groaned again. The one person she could never argue with and get away with it was her best friend. They’d never had a real argument, and they’d always had each other’s backs. But they also knew when to call each other out on their crap. And Darla was certainly doing that to Daisy right then and there.
She was stuck now because there was no running when it came to a best friend. And there was a part of her that did want to see Hudson’s reaction to her transformation. Would he approve? Did she want him to?
Yes, she wanted him to. She was soon going to find out. Darla began to work her magic, and true to what she’d told Hudson, they were ready within thirty minutes. When Daisy looked at the completed picture of herself all dolled up she was a bit shocked.
Darla hadn’t changed her; she’d simply highlighted a few things.
“I can’t wear this dress,” she told Darla, afraid to step from the room.
“Not only are you going to wear this dress, but it’ll make you feel like a million bucks. Let’s go do a runway show for Hudson.”
Darla didn’t let her protest further. She opened the bedroom door and pushed Daisy through. It was with reluctance she walked to the living room.
When they stepped from the hallway she felt her cheeks heat as Hudson’s eyes widened and he stood up, his lips slowly tipping upward as his gaze looked at her from head to toe.
“Daisy, you are always beautiful. From the first moment I saw you, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, and right now you’re so stunning I wish we weren’t going to the party,” he said, making the heat in her cheeks turn scorching hot.
Daisy always tried to downplay her looks. Partly because she didn’t want to be judged, and partly because she was afraid if she tried too hard she’d come up wanting and the rejection would hurt. Hudson’s reaction boosted her confidence.
She was wearing a blue form-fitting dress that rested a couple of inches above her knees and hugged every single one of her curves, pinching in at her waist. She didn’t know what to say to him, so she looked at Darla with a help me expression.
Darla laughed. “When two women walk in the room you’re supposed to tell them both they look nice,” she said.
Hudson finally tore his gaze from Daisy, allowing her to take in a deep breath. “You look very beautiful,” Hudson said before his gaze zeroed back in on Daisy. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yes, I guess so,” Daisy said as she pushed back her blonde curls and shifted on her feet.
Hudson approached her and held out an arm, and she placed hers in his. He held out his other arm for Darla who giggled and placed hers in his. They side-stepped through the front doorway, then made their way to his truck.
Daisy took in his scent, wondering why she was fighting her attraction to the man. He was a gentleman and she loved how she felt in his presence. Maybe it was time to quit running.
Hudson opened the back door for Darla, keeping Daisy’s arm wrapped in his. When he shut the door, he pulled Daisy to him. “Seriously, you’re stunning,” he said, and then he leaned down and kissed her, taking what little breath she had right out of her. By the time he let her go and opened her door, her knees were shaking.