I know that Alex has said to keep the gun on me, but the ballgown that I was wearing to the fundraiser that Danny selected for me would not allow such a thing to be strapped to my thigh, or anywhere else for that matter. I was in the tight-fitting Gucci dress of light blue to match my eyes and I loved it. White heels matched gorgeously well. Danny had better taste than anyone I knew.
I looked at myself in the mirror. The dress was a tight corset with the V over my breasts and sprawled out perfectly to rest just an inch above my acles in the white heels. It looked great on the hanger in the store when I hadn’t even tried it on, but was made for a body like mine. I looked damn fantastic; I did not mind admitting to myself.
I looked over the curves of my waist and let my hand lower to res
