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“Because you want a boyfriend, right? Just one? And not just a one-night stand?”
“Just because the skirt is short and the outfit sexy, doesn’t mean that I’m looking to get laid, Beau,” Becca said, her eyes flashing. “I think this costume is funny and it makes me feel confident and if I want to wear it, I should be able to without anyone taking any other messages from it.”
He nodded. “Sure. But does it make you feel confident? Are you wearing it just for fun? Or are you wearing it to get his attention? Because I’m pretty sure that’s what y’all have been tellin’ me this whole time.” He was aware he was gripping the back of the chair tightly and hoped no one else could tell.
Becca frowned and moved her hands from her hips to cross her arms. “That is what we said, yes,” she admitted.
“I think that you’re thinking about this one guy. Who’s probably been really nice to you. When he’s seen you in t-shirts and jeans. But Bec, I’m not sayin’ he shoulddoanything about it or expect anything, but when he looks at you in that, he’s not gonna be thinkin’ aboutstudyingwith you. Does that make you feel sexy and hot and confident and excited?” He paused. “Or does that make you feel nervous?”
He studied her face. He knew this girl. She was not a vixen. She wasn’t even much of a flirt. She didn’t have a lot of experience with guys. She didn’t party. She’d never had a serious boyfriend. If that costume made her feel sexy, great. She should wear the hell out of it. Pun intended. But he wasn’t so sure it would. Not when it came to a big party full of people she didn’t know all that well, who may or may not be drinking, and throwing caution to the wind.
Was he worried about her? Yes. But more, did he want her to go in there and actually feel confident and have fun? Yeah.
“And how about the other guys in the room?” he asked, as she thought about what he’d said. “They’reallgonna notice you, honey. Again, not that they should do anything about it, or even say a fuckin’ word.” He scowled thinking about a roomful of college guys ogling Becca as she walked through dressed like this. “But think about how it will feel when they’re all lookin’. If that makes you feel sexy and confident and empowered, go for it. You definitely know how to take a man down with your words…and your fists… if needed.” He rubbed his jaw with one hand and gave her a half smile.
She returned it and his chest felt a little less tight.
“But, I’ll bet you’re gonna be uncomfortable and constantly pulling that skirt down to try to cover more of your ass—” His gaze dropped to the aforementioned skirt. And ass. “Or you’re gonna be fiddling with that top to make sure your tits are covered.”
He focused on those. And damn, they looked good. He’d been aware when Becca’s breasts had come in, but he hadn’t reallyappreciatedthem. Until now. “Or you’re gonna wobble on those heels.” He eyed the boots. And she would wobble on those. Even after she’d gotten rid of her ratty Converse, she’d still been a tennis shoes, flip flops, and flats kind of girl. And when the hell had this girl’s thighs gotten that toned and smooth and lickable?
Lickable? Shit. This was bad.
He made his eyes focus on hers again. “If you’re gonna look awkward and weird and like you’ve never had a sexy costume on before…” He trailed off because he knew everyone in the room knew she hadn’t. “Then you’re better off choosing something else because all the fidgeting and clumsiness willnotbe attractive.”
She frowned. But then she blew out a breath.
This is what Beau and Becca did for one another. The pure, honest, no-holds-barred truth.
“Fine. God, you’re such a jerk.” But her response lacked any heat.
He knew she appreciated him being straight with her.
And he knew that she knew he was right.
She turned on her heel and headed back upstairs.
Beau blew out a breath. Why was his heart racing?
Toby cleared his throat. Beau looked at Becca’s friends.
Daniel’s eyes were wide. Toby looked amused. Savannah had a knowing look on her face.
What did she think she knew?
“Do you need to…change your pants?” Savannah asked, her eyes dropping to the front of his jeans where they were still wet with pumpkin spice latte.
“I’m fine.” He jerked his chair back and sat. He needed to get this over with.
“More latte?” Toby asked.
Beau could have sworn the other man was trying not to laugh.
“I think I’m gonna stick with water, thanks.” Or beer. Or whiskey. A whiskey sounded really good right now.
“You were right. On all of that,” Savannah said as they all settled in around the table and got back to making jack-o-lanterns. Or pretending to as they all waited for Becca to come back down in her next costume.
Beau didn’t even pretend. He just sat and scowled. “All of what?” he asked.
