Turning around, I put my hands on my hips. “Tomorrow? And you’re just now telling me? What the hell, Miles?”

“I know when you say my real name you’re angry.” He knows I’m mad, but that stupid grin is still on his face. “Besides, you promised me you’d go. So I’m being helpful.”

He takes a sip of his coffee and I stand there in my underwear, trying to think back to when I said I would go to anything like an event. Then suddenly a small memory of a text from him saying that I had to go with him flutters through my mind. He’s right, but it seems like a lifetime ago that he said it.

“Oz.” I stomp my foot, knowing he’s right. “You could have given me some notice. What’s the event for?”

“Baby, I’ve got it all taken care of. You only have to show up and stay glued to my side. You always look stunning, so that won’t be a problem.”

I roll my eyes, trying to ignore his sweet words. “Oz,” I say, this time with a warning edge to it.

“There’s a silent auction that benefits The New York Foundling. It’s a charity dedicated to helping provide families with safe housing and educational support.”

My heart warms at his words. “Okay,” I say quietly, and turn to grab a dress.

“Okay?” he repeats.

I slip on a navy blue shift, and Oz comes to stand behind me. He gives me a kiss between my shoulder blades before zipping my dress up.

“Yes. I’ll go with you. I wish I had more notice so I could get prettied up.”

He turns me around so I’m facing him and wraps me in his arms. “You, my love, are going to be the most gorgeous woman in the room, no matter if you try or not.” He leans down, giving my neck a kiss, and tells me he loves me.

“I love you, too,” I say, unable to stop my smile.

His warm amber and honey scent surrounds me, and I lean into his suit. The dark navy is nearly identical to mine, and it makes me smile. We’re both way too crazy about one another, but I roll with it. It makes me feel cherished and I don’t ever want to let it go.

“Now let’s get to work before I take this pretty dress off you and rip another pair of your panties.”

* * *

“Here we go,” Skyler says, sitting back in her chair.

I’d told her when I got to work today that there would be a delivery. I didn’t expect it to come two seconds after I walked in the door.

I shoot a rubber band at her, and she dodges, giving me a smug face.

Jay holds the double doors open as a young woman with dark hair and dark skin comes in wheeling a huge rack of clothes. She’s wearing a bright yellow wrap dress that accentuates all her curves and looks so pretty against her flawless skin. I immediately like her look and hope she’s got something on that rack that will look half as nice on me.

Standing up, I greet her, extending my hand. I’m nervous but excited.

“Hi, I’m Mallory.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Kimmi Ford.”

Skyler peeks over my shoulder practically clawing to get at the clothes and waves at Kimmi. “I’m Skyler, and I’m a size four.”

“Ignore her,” I say, elbowing her in the ribs.

Kimmi laughs and waves to the dresses. “I’ve got nothing but twelves on this one. Sorry, babe.” She winks at Skyler, and then looks me up and down. “You’re going to be fun to dress. Great cleavage, nice hips. Yep. Let’s get rolling.”

I look over at Skyler, who rubs her hands together like this is the greatest day ever.

“Are you shy?” Kimmi asks, looking around for a private section of our office.

I laugh. “No. I lived in an all-girls dorm for four years. I’m good.” Then I think for a second and look over at Skyler. “I’ll change on the other side of the racks. Jamie looks like she could snap my neck without even trying.”

Skyler laughs and picks up her phone, no doubt to tell Jamie exactly what I said. But I don’t want to be disrespectful to their relationship, and I know Jamie is very protective of her.

Kimmi wheels the rack over to a sitting area, and I stand on the other side, blocking my view of the two of them. I strip off my dress, and Kimmi points to where I should start.

The whole rack is nothing but long gowns that look as if they’re meant for something really fancy. Am I meeting the president or going to a silent auction? I guess I have to trust that Miles and Kimmi know what they’re doing.

I try on three dresses, and every time I walk around the rack, Kimmi shakes her head. It’s like I don’t even have an opinion, but again I’m going to trust her. The fourth dress I grab is gold and looks metallic. I have to take off my bra and panties to put it on, but when I do, the cool material feels so nice against me. And it fits me like a second skin.

As I walk out from behind the rack, Kimmi looks up from her phone and beams at me. “That’s the one.”

“Whoa,” Skyler says, giving me the once-over. “He’s going to kill you.” Then she smiles like the Grinch, and I can’t help but laugh.

Kimmi pulls a full-length mirror from inside the rack and I stand in front of it. The dress is gorgeous and accentuates all my best features. It has tiny strings that crisscross in the back and it dips low at my waist. The gold mesh isn’t see-through, but gives the illusion it is. The dress is cut low in the front as well, revealing my ample cleavage. The way the dress catches the light makes it looks like my skin is dusted with shimmer. It curves around my hips, and then goes straight to the floor, where it pools at my feet. It looks like I’m wearing liquid gold, and I’ve never felt sexier.