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CHAPTER20
Angela
The view across the lake was gorgeous from our corner table at The Boathouse, and the food was delicious. However…
“How long were you up north? How do you like Clear Lake? Has it changed much from what you remembered? Nice weather the last week, don’t you think? What do you like about the big city?” The meal with Devlin dragged on.
I kept my answers both short and generic. This restaurant was a nice place for dinner. It was the company that left something to be desired.
That word,desire,stuck in my mind.
When it came to desire, every time I looked across the table, I wished it was Boone’s warm eyes looking back at me, rather than Devlin’s leering peepers.
I looked up from my plate and caught him focused on my chest again. It was as if he was still in junior high and had just discovered that half the population had breasts.Creeper.
The top I wore was one I had from before Kevin—he would never have allowed me out of the house with this on. Without the normal extra layers I wore to hide my form, and yes, this much, much lower neckline than I was used to, I felt naked under his stare. Yet I still sat up straight. I was on a mission, and I wasn’t doing anything wrong. This top was more conservative than half of what you saw on Instagram.
Laurie and Debbie had suggested that the best way to get Devlin’s cooperation was to dress this way.Our secret weapons. Boobs short-circuit logic in many men, Laurie had texted.
Devlin was obviously one of those men. For my long-term safety, I needed his cooperation, and a little short-term discomfort was the price.Maybe another hour, I told myself.No comments, no outbursts—keep your eyes on the prize, Angela.
Besides, dressing slutty and spreading my legs were two entirely different things.
Ms. Chesty from the beauty salon, Ella-Mae, walked by our table. Her top was even more revealing than mine. Compared to her I was tastefully sexy, not slutty.
Predictably, Devlin’s eyes widened as they followed her.
Who was I to judge either of them? I was playing the same game tonight, just for a different reason.
As Devlin smiled across the table, I answered his latest question and mentally posed another one to myself: Why was my mind on Boone, the man who’d ruined my life? Why was I more attracted to him than the guy across from me?
When Devlin excused himself to use the restroom, I pulled my phone out and held it in my lap. The texts from earlier were still on the screen.
LAURIE: Good luck and I still vote for braless
DEBBIE: No way, that’s too obvious. Red bra if you have one and deep enough neckline that it shows. Lean forward every once in a while if you have to
I’d gone with Debbie’s advice over Laurie’s, and leaning forward in this loose top had worked.
Another text arrived.
LAURIE: How’s it going?
I quickly checked in the direction of the bathrooms before answering.
ME: No commitment yet on the ticket
That was the whole objective of tonight—stay a step ahead of Kevin.
Laurie must have been glued to her phone because her response came quickly.
LAURIE: Should have gone braless
ME: It would have been too much
LAURIE: When it comes to men, there is no such thing as too much boob
She had a point, one illuminated a minute ago by Ms. Chesty.
