I scribbled that down. I've got you just where I want you now, Rory.
"Also, laugh at all his jokes. You don't want to wound his confidence if you're trying to take advantage of it."
"Done."
"And wear something that makes you seem easy."
"Like what?"
"Doesn't really matter as long as it's tight and barely covers anything."
"So like, legs and boobs?"
"Yeah." He ran his hand through his hair. "And it's gotta accentuate your ass."
Great, he likes big butts. Maybe that's the problem. "Anything else?"
"You should definitely invite him to the party tomorrow night."
"Who?"
"The guy you're crushing on."
Shit, I can't do that, you're already coming! "He's usually pretty busy. He probably can't make it."
"Even just asking him will let him know that you're interested. Besides, doing something together outside of work might make him put his guard down."
"Okay, he'll be there." What the hell is wrong with me?!
"Great."
"Oh, one more thing. A little while ago I told him that I wasn't attracted to him. Because we were talking and I got nervous. So I think that maybe that has something to do with him not thinking I'm interested."
"Yeah, that'll do it. But really, guys like the chase. If he was into you, he'd probably be even more forward than before."
Fuck.
"But that doesn't mean that you can't try being more flirtatious yourself. Okay, I gotta go take a shower. I hope that helped."
"Yeah, it definitely did. Thank you."
Chapter 13
I had to listen to Rory's bed springs squeak and a strange woman moaning with pleasure again all night. When I finally woke from my fitful sleep, I went straight to the mall. I needed to find the perfect outfit for tonight's party. But my efforts were proving fruitless.
"Thank God you're here, Emily. I need your help." I opened up the dressing room door for her. She was using her lunch break to help me find something to wear.
She came in and sat down on the bench. I turned around and she started laughing.
"You're not helping!" I yelled.
"I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at the dress."
I turned toward the mirror. "Okay, fine, it's horrible. I need something sexier." I was short and it seemed like it was impossible to find a dress short enough for Rory's standards. Maybe the girls that he usually hooked up with all shopped online.
"How about this one?" Emily pulled out one of the dozens of dresses I had on the rack and handed it to me. It was black with some sheer material on the front. It actually looked pretty short.
I slipped out of the dress I was wearing and started to put on the one she handed me.