“She did, did she?” Madeline raised her eyebrows. “I’d be more concerned about my lingerie.”
“I’m not taking lingerie.”
“What do you mean?” Madeline sat up from her semi-prone position. “You aren’t planning on wearing your shorts and T-shirt to bed, are you?”
Abby had been, but she knew it wasn’t the answer Madeline wanted, so Abby rummaged in her closet and pulled out a sundress.
“Oh, my god. Do you even own any lingerie?”
“No,” Abby admitted, with her head still in the closet, wanting to avoid Madeline’s expression. She could already imagine it by the tone of Madeline’s voice.
“Thank god we have plenty of time to go shopping,” Madeline said.
“What if I don’t want to wear any?”
“All right, sleeping in the nude—even better.”
Abby started to cross her arms over her chest to protest but realized she’d wrinkle the dress in her hand. She tossed it onto the bed before she gave Madeline her defiant gesture.
“Why are you throwing clothes at me?” The dress had come nowhere near Madeline’s outstretched feet. “You’re the one that said you didn’t want to wear any.”
“You know what I meant. Lingerie is for sexy people.”
Madeline thrust out her well-endowed chest and licked her lips. “Honey, librarians come in all levels of sexiness. And you and I tip the sexiness scales.”
Abby laughed at Madeline’s theatrics. She glanced around her bedroom at the Evelyn Hugo-inspired decor. “If we can’t be Hollywood glamorous, I suppose librarian chic isn’t so bad.”
“Librarian chic, my ass. With the right lingerie, I can make you Hugo-esque.”
Abby snorted. “Do you think it’s really necessary? She has a roommate.”
“So?”
“Nothing’s gonna happen with her roommate at home.”
“Are you serious? Give me your phone.”
Abby looked at Madeline for several beats before she picked up her phone from the dresser and handed it to Madeline.
Madeline handed it back. “Unlock it first.”
“Oh, yeah.” Abby turned the phone toward her face. Once unlocked, she handed it back to Madeline.
It took Madeline only a few seconds to find a picture of Blythe. She held the phone out toward Abby. “Does this face—that smirk—say Blythe is someone who’s gonna care if her roommate is in the house?”
Madeline had a point. It was one thing that drew her to Blythe. The carefree mischievous grin. Even when they talked, Blythe had the samebrand.
“I rest my case,” Madeline said. “Tomorrow after work, we’ll go to Victoria’s Secret.”
“Can’t we just shop at Kohl’s?”
“Girl. You’re wounding me.” Madeline waved the picture of Blythe. “Do you think someone like her is gonna be satisfied with department store lingerie? Hell, why not Walmart?”
“That’ll work, too.” Abby tried to hide her grin.
“No, you didn’t.” Madeline leaped from the bed. “Just for that, we’re buying the skimpiest one we can find.”
Abby nodded, knowing she’d never walk out of the store with anything that didn’t cover her.
