I whistled at him. “Well, don’t you look handsome.” I smiled.
He waved me off. “Pshh, of course, I do, and you don’t look so bad yourself.” He winked at me. “But you will need this to finish the look.” He grinned and handed me a mid-thigh length, strapless, black dress and red pumps. I stood there, mouth agape, eyeing the dress.
“Are you serious?” I looked between him and the dress. “I can’t wear this! It’s too short and flashy, Trevor. I don’t want to attract attention tonight; I want to have fun with you.” I sighed, uncomfortable with the idea of wearing something that didn’t conceal much.
“Oh, come on, don’t be a party pooper. You will look beautiful in this dress, and if anyone bothers you, I’ll take care of them.” He said while grinning like the devil he is.
I groaned. “Fine!” Fin
