For The Win (Gamer Girls, #6) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,191
"Rhaven? I have clothes."
Braden opened the door to make it clear they were decent. "Clothes?" he asked.
"It's a press conference," Amy told him, stepping into the room. "That means jeans and a tee won't really work, and I'm assuming you don't have a professional suit sitting around at home." So she held up a pair of dresses. Both were a shade of red. "Sam and I figured you'd fit into one of these."
"I actually do have some stuff at home," Rhaven admitted.
"Well, you can send Braden, or we can go with this. Promise, neither of us mind. I also have a closet upstairs for emergency dress attire, in case you want to bring a few things."
"The bright red," Braden said. "And I'll let you two - "
"Wait!" Rhaven begged. "Um, if I'm going to wear a dress that tight..." She scrunched up her face. "Braden, do we have any, you know, tape?"
"Tape?" Amy asked.
"I'll find something," Braden promised before heading out and closing the door behind him.
"Tape?" Amy asked again.
Rhaven just pointed down at her crotch. "Tucking. Kinda don't want things to slip out of place or make a bulge in that tight of a dress."
"Yeah, can't help you there," Amy said before handing over the dresses. "Try these on, decide which you like best, and then head upstairs. I've got a curling iron, straightening iron, and a full array of makeup. We'll get you camera ready, because Chance said this will be all you." Then she leaned in and fake whispered, "He's in a suit."
In the end, she went with the bright red dress that Braden liked. It fit tightly, but it looked good. Braden found something that would work to keep her parts where she needed, and her reflection in the mirror was perfect. The only problem was that her shoes would not work with this outfit. But when she made it upstairs, Amy had a fix for that too. Samantha had a pair of black heels that were only a hair too small. Just enough that Rhaven wouldn't want to do a lot of walking, but they'd work for speaking at a podium.
And yes, there was a podium. Evidently, Chance had a friend in journalism who had some connections. They brought in an elegant wood podium, a carpet to go under it, and were currently attaching a half dozen microphones so that every station would be able to pick up what she said. Then, while Amy helped Rhaven do her hair and makeup, they went over how this would all play out.
But she was ready. Rhaven was done being the one who got saved. She'd finally leveled up enough to do a little saving of her own, and she even looked the part. Once Amy declared her ready, the women headed back down, yet as soon as Rhaven stepped onto the stairs, she realized that the entire warehouse was silent.
Everyone was there. They were all looking. Every last person was smiling, including Braden. He pressed a hand to his heart, watching as she descended, but it was Jeff who broke the silence.
"Holy shit," he breathed. "Rhaven, you look amazing."
"Mine," Braden teased, stepping forward like he was going to plant a kiss on her.
Amy stepped between them, though, pressing a hand to Braden's chest to hold him back. "No messing up the lipstick, Brae. You can take her home when you're done. Just wash the dress before you bring it back."
"Deal," he said, making a production of running his eyes over his woman. "Knock 'em dead, baby."
"Something like that," she agreed.
Then it was time. Her phone was charged. Her speech was open and ready, with bullets and bold points so she wouldn't get lost. Together, the entire team of lead developers headed to the front where Chance waited for her in the lobby. Sure enough, he was wearing a suit. A steel grey one that had been tailored just a little too well. The man looked gorgeous, and his flaming red hair was set off by the striking blue tie he wore.
Then he offered his arm. "Wow," he breathed. "Remind me a million times that you're a taken woman, ok?"
"So taken," Rhaven assured him. "So are you."
He chuckled. "Never stopped me before, but hiring someone always has." Then he passed her a single piece of paper. "This is a copy of what we're giving the press. Dez made notes at the bottom that you can use or not if you want."