Must Date The PLAYBOY! (PUBLISHED)

Chapter 12 - The Black Dress

"You got it. Good."

"Next time tape your card so it won't end up some place else."

"Noted. Thanks for the advice smarty-pants."

"So, what's this?" I asked again.

"Haven't you seen a dress before?" He asked teasingly.

"Of course, it's a dress dummy! I meant, what's the dress for?"

"That's a difficult question, Victoria," he replied sarcastically. "I don't know. Maybe hang it in your closet? Give it to charity? Or better yet, wear it!"

"I'm perfectly capable of buying my own clothes, thank you very much."

"Yes, I know," he said without missing a beat. "But I don't trust your sense of style."

The nerve of him! "Excuse me!"

"I'm introducing you to my friends as my girlfriend. We wouldn't want you to make us both look stupid in front of everyone, right?"

"Alright. Whatever." I remembered how short the dress was. "Wait. What makes you think I'll wear something this short?" I rolled my eyes and started pacing my room as I talked to him, agitated.

"Stop making excuses! Maybe you're too fat for the dress."

"I'm not!" I protested.

"Probably from eating too many cookies—"

"Stop it! Okay, okay, I'll put it on!" I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with him!

"Good girl. You really hate being teased, huh?" He asked, chuckling.

"How did you know my size, anyway? And how are you sure this will look good on me?" I asked worriedly.

"Well, your body frame looked the same as the mannequin that dress was on, so—"

"What!" I interrupted.

"How else was I supposed to know? I guessed."

"You could've asked me."

"Then it wouldn't have been much of a surprise, now, would it?" he said playfully.

What he said made me pause. I couldn't help but smile. "Anyway, the dress is beautiful, but I really don't think this will look good on me."

"Trust me. I have been to a ton of parties, and I see girls wearing dresses like that one all the time."

"More like hit on girls wearing dresses like this one all the time," I muttered.

"I heard that!"

I laughed, then sobered abruptly as I thought of something else. "Wait a minute. Are you trying to make me look goofy in front of your friends? Because if that's the case, well—"

"Look, just trust me on this," he said impatiently. "Stop making excuses and just try it on! I wouldn't have sent you that dress if I'd wanted that. You're my girlfriend, remember?"

I sat on my bed and let out a big sigh. He was right. I was beginning to understand the reason for his gift. Maybe he really did want me to look good in front of his friends. But then again, maybe he was doing this for himself. Either way, I guess I had to try it on.

"Hello? Still there?" He asked.

"Yes! Fine! I'll try it on," I said in defeat.

"Good. I'll pick you up around seven. Don't make me wait. Bye."

"Wha—" He hung up.

Why was I not surprised? I lifted the dress out of the box again and went to stand in front of the mirror. I held it up against me and looked at my reflection. I didn't feel very confident about this, but what else could I do? I'd told him I'd try it on.