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threaded through the middle of the top to hold the two sides of it together, revealed the line between both breasts and a slight swell on each side. My stomach, which I’d always been rather proud of, was fully revealed under the bottom hem of the top, which didn’t even clear the bottom of my rib cage. I looked amazing in it.
    But I also looked like a slut.
    “Andrea!” Becca pounded on the door. “I’m serious, come out or I’m climbing under this door and coming in.”
    I swallowed my pride and modesty and opened the door but refused to leave the privacy of the dressing stall. There was no way in hell I was venturing out into the store half naked.
    As soon as she stepped into the small room, Becca’s mouth flopped open and shut a few times. Finally the words came out. “Wow, you look… ”
    “Slutty? Trashy? Like a tramp?”
    “Shut up,” she said, smacking my arm. “I was going to say hot. Very, very hot. You’re going to have what’s-his-name creaming his pants at the site of you.”
    I could feel the blush rising in my cheeks. “You think?”
    “Abso-fucking-lutely! Get it.”
    “I don’t know,” I said, turning to examine myself in the full-length mirror again. “I feel so… naked.”
    “It’s a rock concert, woman. Everyone’s going to be naked.”
    I hesitated a moment longer, trying to decide if giving up my dignity for one night—if for no other reason than to drive Jace wild so I could turn around and shoot him down—would be worth it. He did need to be taught a lesson, to see that women were more than just silent little sheep, flocking behind him, conceding to his every whim.
    If there was anyone on the planet that could teach him that, it was me. I was immune to the smooth talk behind his sexy smile. I wasn’t superficial enough to be swayed by his come hither chocolate eyes or silky-looking hair. Still, the idea of being seen in public like that mortified me.
    “Well, if you’re not going to buy it, I will,” Becca said after I didn’t respond.
    “No, no. You’re right. I’ll get it.” I turned back around, grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a hug. “Thanks.”
    “You’re the one with the hot bod,” she said, pulling back and giving me a quick smooch on the cheek before releasing me. “Now, come on. I’m starving.”
    “Aren’t you always,” I said, chuckling as she stepped out of the dressing room.
    When she closed the door behind her, I gave myself my reflection one last good look. I really did look pretty killer in my soon-to-be new top. I could only hope that Jace Richardson felt the same way.
    Sean called as Becca and I made our way out of the store, two bags hanging from each of our arms. Just as I had the day before, I silenced my phone as we weaved through the crowd toward the food court.
    Becca shot me a sideways glance, one pierced eyebrow slightly lifted. “You’re not going to answer him?” she asked.
    I shook my head slightly, lips pulled into a tight frown. “I haven’t figured out how to tell him about the paper,” I admitted.
    “You still have a position though, right?”
    I chewed away at the inside of my cheek nervously. “That’s the thing. Marcus didn’t say what would happen when Stacey came back.”
    “Maybe he’s considering you for some kind of promotion or something?”
    I shot her a sideways glance. “Three months before graduation?”
    “Yeah, you’re probably right,” she said as we stepped in line to order our pretzels.
    We put our conversation on hold, placed our orders, paid for our food, and found a place to sit.
    “So, what are you going to do?” Becca asked, dipping her salty pretzel into one of the five cheese cups we’d ordered.
    “Mmmm…I don’t know,” I said, mid-chew. “I know I have to talk to him about it. I just don’t know what’s going on myself right now. I guess I just don’t want him to worry.”
    “He will though, you know. Worry, I mean,” she said, brows raised. “Especially since