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    Once she’d slipped her feet into the bright pink heels, she wobbled over to her dresser and put on her dangly not-really-diamond earrings. She fastened her matching not-really-a-tennis bracelet, and wavered for a moment before slipping on a silver anklet. She decided against a necklace, choosing instead to let the plunging neckline of the dress speak for itself. She eyed herself in the mirror. Rebecca had done an amazing job, considering the time constraint. Callie’s brown hair flowed softly around her shoulders, and the hint of grayish-blue eye shadow brought out the deep blue of her eyes. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, took a deep breath, and dug down deep for her courage. “Okay, Callie. You can do this,” she whispered to herself. She took another deep breath, grabbed her purse, and walked out of the bedroom.
    *
    The instant she walked into the room, Chris knew she was a knockout. But when he turned his head to get a full view of her as she walked into the living room where he was talking to her friend, he froze, unable to move or even think. A cold sweat broke out between his shoulder blades and suddenly he wished he had a jacket to hold in front of his crotch. She looked fucking amazing. Her hair was down and doing a wavy thing around her face that made his stomach clench. The little black dress she wore clung to her luscious curves, and the neckline dipped low enough to give him just a hint of her cleavage. But that wasn’t what punched him hardest. Oh no. It was those fuck-me hot pink heels with a dainty little anklet teasing the top of her foot that really hit him. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.
    The redheaded friend clapped her hands, laughed, and then she decided to abandon ship. “You two have fun now!” And with that, she was out the front door.
    He cleared his throat and tried again, but his voice came out sounding hoarse and gravelly. “You look amazing. Good enough to eat.”
    She blushed, and damned if that didn’t make him think of other pink parts that he could eat. “Thank you. So do you.” She nervously twisted her purse straps in her hands. “Look good, I mean.”
    He smiled, hoping to put her at ease. He’d taken great pains with his appearance, shaving carefully, and wearing the soft gray button-up shirt his mom had given him for his last birthday. Paired with black slacks, he knew he posed a dark figure, severe if not handsome. “Thanks.” Remembering suddenly, he turned toward her entry table and said, “Here. I got these for you. Your friend…”
    “Rebecca,” she clarified for him.
    “Rebecca,” he amended, “put them here.” He handed her a bouquet of soft pink roses wrapped in white tissue paper.
    She blushed again, and his cock hardened even further, nearly causing a tortured moan to escape his throat.
    “They’re beautiful, Chris. Thank you.” She beamed up at him, and he resolved to buy her flowers at every available opportunity just to see her blush and smile. “I’ll go get a vase and put them in water.”
    He nodded. “Sure.” He watched her walk away, appreciating the view of those killer legs, until she disappeared.
    Chris rocked back and forth on his heels and looked around. She was neat. He liked that. Her decor was primarily neutral colors, beiges and browns, with a few splashes of light purple thrown in. It was girly and pretty without being over the top. She had class, and with his libido already in high gear, that was a turn-on too.
    When she came back into the room her appearance hit him again. He’d had a moment to get used to the sight, though, and wasn’t quite as tongue-tied as he had been earlier. She smiled up at him through long, thick lashes and said, “Thanks again for the flowers. They’re gorgeous.”
    “You’re very welcome.” He held out his hand and gestured toward the door. “Ready?”
    “Sure, let’s go.” She dug in her purse for her keys and locked the door on the way out.
    He held