Chapter One
Millie
The dress was calling me.
I stared at the hot little number in the window of the far-too-expensive-for-my-taste boutique, my insides practically quivering with lust.
You could just try it on. Just see how it feels. You don't have to commit to anything.
The traitorous voice I liked to refer to as Millionaire Millie attempted to break down my willpower.
Unlike Millionaire Millie, I was not able to afford dresses worth hundreds if not thousands of dollars. Alas, being the c0-owner of a struggling graphic design firm didn't get you far these days.
Just a little peek. I mean it's not often you find such wonderfully gorgeous dresses in your size.
I gave in, my hands pushing open the door to the store, my feet carrying me inside before I could even think to stop myself.
"Welcome to Alexa Ina Boutique, can I help you today?"
"I'd like to try on that one, please." I pointed at the gorgeous golden dress in the store window.
"Oh!" The saleswoman purred. "Great choice."
She found my size then led me down a short hall to a dressing room. n attractive man sat outside one of the stalls, a baby sleeping in a pram beside him. He had the kind of nerdy-but cool looks I normally went for. He flipped through his phone not even bothering to glance up as we passed.
Why are all the good ones taken?
"Just in here."
She hung the dress carefully on a hook then shot me a grin. "I'll be right back. Call if you need anything."
As the door closed, I gazed in adoration at the gorgeous dress.
Just one little try. You don't have to purchase it. Just give it a little twirl.
The price tag had far too many zeroes for my budget but I shrugged off my fake designer dress and shimmied the figure-hugging frock up over my thick thighs, across my apple butt, and up my torso. I contorted myself in two, attempting to get the zipper up. It caught for a moment then pulled smoothly to the top, settling the material around my body with a loving embrace.
I twisted, staring at myself in the mirror.
Oh, yes.
The gorgeous gold fabric hugged all of my curves in a way that accentuated and flattered.
I look good. Really good.
I wanted nothing more than to live in this dress. I wanted to wear this dress to a red-carpet premiere and Sunday dinner. I wanted to sleep in this dress.
For the price you'd be paying for it you'd need to.
With a heavy sigh, I gave one last twirl, giggling as the light danced off the beading.
Alright Millie, back to reality.
With another sigh, I reached for the zipper, frowning as it caught just above my hips.
I twisted, looking over my shoulder to see if the material had caught in the teeth.
I couldn't see anything, so reached for the tab again, giving it a hard yank.
