Page 50 of Dick

“And that dress the other night. What was it, a six?”

“Uh huh.”

“Bra?”

“What about it?”

He gave me a shitty glare. “Size?”

“Oh. Depends. In the Victoria’s Secret Bombshell, a 34D.”

If he was going shopping for me, I so wanted him to get me one of those bras. At $75 a pop, my lingerie drawer was void of such luxuries.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’ll have some clothes for you. You’re sure 5:00 will work?”

“I’ll make it work. I’ll get someone to come in early.”

“Alright. I’ve got some shit to do,” he said. “See you at 5:00. I’ll just pick you up here.”

I grinned. “Okay.”

“See you then.”

“Hey, you told Patel you were gonna…”

He glanced over his shoulder. “Patel’s an asshole.”

One more reason I liked Dick.

“That, he is.”

He reached for the door and turned around. “See you at 5:00.”