Ashley stared at the scrappy bit of nothing in lace that Jessica held in front of her.
“Are you kidding? I’m not going to wear that,” Ashley protested. Jessica quirked her head. “Why not?”
Ashley grabbed the tag hanging from it. Close to two hundred dollars for a tiny bodysuit composed of barely a few square inches of satin and lace.
“Because I’m not a slut.”
Jessica laughed. “It’s not slutty. It’s sexy. And you’d look breathtaking in it.” She grinned. “I mean to a man.”
“To a man I’d look breathtaking”—Ashley said the last word with air quotes—“naked and that would be a lot cheaper.”
Jessica laughed. “Well, if you’re bold enough to strip down naked for him, good for you.”
“Jess, stop teasing me.”
“Okay, okay.” Jess admired the crimson lace. “But say what you will, I think it’s wor
