He let out a beleaguered sigh, spreading his arms and turning slowly.
While Bess was paying attention to the color and cut of the suit, I couldn't help but note the way his pants molded to his body, the cut of his shoulders against the fabric, the impressiveness of his ass.
"I am going to ride that man like a pony." One of the bridesmaids muttered behind me.
"We done?" Josh asked, looking bored.
"Yes," Bess decided, nodding at the assistants. "Get pictures. I'll have my fiancé drop in on the weekend to try it on." She shot me a grin. "My fiancé! It never gets old."
I grinned, shooting her a roll eye. "You are sickly sweet."
She laughed, "but oh so delicious."
Josh rejoined us as Bess began to try on veils.
I glanced at my watch. "Crap. Sorry, Babe. I have to go."
"But…" Bess pulled herself away from the mirror. The assistants had descended post-meltdown, retouching her make-up, styling her hair, adding accessories. Bess looked wedding day ready.
"The bridesmaid dresses…"
I shrugged, grabbing my tote as I stood. "You have more appointments tomorrow. If you find the perfect dress here, I’ll come back and try it on. Otherwise, we’ll see how we go at the other places."
She pressed her lips into a pout. "Fine." She blew out a breath, turning back to the mirror and tilting her head, a small smile playing at her lips as she twisted from side-to-side. "Tomorrow we’re at Vera Wang at one." Her eyes met mine in the mirror. "Don’t plan anything for the afternoon."
I saluted her before spinning on my heel and heading out. Josh and Candy followed. On the sidewalk, Candy stared down at her phone, mouth pressing into a thin line.
"Everything okay?"
She blinked, looking from Josh to me and back to her phone. "Yes, of course. I have to go." She tucked the cell in her pants, offering a small smile. "See you at the next fitting." She headed down the street, her long legged stride eating up the pavement.
"She's a weird one." Josh muttered, watching her disappear into the crowd. "Where to now?"
Around us, pedestrians swerved about us like water around a rock. I ignored the muttered complaint of a fellow New Yorker.
"Back to work." I pulled my phone from my coat, looking at the screen. My uber driver was less than a block away.
"To the office?"
"No," I muttered, fingers dancing across the screen to reply to an urgent email. "New Start."
"Can I come?"
I looked up. "Sorry?"
"Can I come?" Josh rocked on his heels, shrugging. "I’d like to see what you do."
I narrowed my eyes, taking in his form, wondering if this was a trick. I tried not to notice how good his shoulders looked in his coat even as I noted the earnest expression on his face.
"Okay," I finally agreed, tucking the phone back into my pocket. "But on one condition."
He grinned, "hit me."
"You donate something to my next silent auction."
He rolled his eyes. "Such a hardship. What do you want? A dinner with our next lead?"
I shrugged, moving to the sidewalk to flag down the car. "You can decide the details but the walk on role was very popular last time."
