Free The Makeover by Thayer King

changed his mind, there would be no need for her to continue to help him, no reason for her to come over for dinner, no cause to keep her in his life. That Mykal would disappear and that they’d go back to being distant neighbors scared him more than anything.
     

Chapter Six
     
    Since Tania needed a break from studying, Mykal asked her to tag along while she helped Greg purchase clothes. She thought a second woman’s opinion might be helpful. They got off to a shaky start with her having to steer him away from some gaudy shirts and oversized shorts. She decided to begin with casual wear but she wasn’t leaving the mall without at least one suit.
    “Oh, this would look so cute with my turquoise mini skirt.”
    Mykal turned her attention away from the dressing room door where she’d been patiently waiting for Greg to emerge. Tania held up a pair of silver pumps. “We’re not shopping for you,” she reminded her friend for the third time in this store alone.
    “So? That doesn’t mean I can’t buy things, too.”
    Mykal rolled her eyes. Before she could comment, Greg strolled out in a pale blue t-shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders and a pair of jeans that molded themselves to his thighs. She smiled. “You look fantastic. How does it feel?” She stroked her hands down his belly. The shirt was soft and seemed comfy, but for some reason Greg appeared discomfited.
    “It feels fine.”
    She walked around him. The jeans did nice things for his ass, too. “Oh, we’re definitely getting these,” she said on the trip back to his front. There she stopped, a frown forming between her brows. The fit was weird and bulgy in the genital region. She was reaching for his waistband, ready to adjust it when it occurred to her that he might object. Then she realized what she was staring at. He’d stuffed his jeans. Such a male thing to do. She almost rolled her eyes. But as it was a sensitive subject, she’d tackle it when they were alone.
    She cleared her throat. “You can go change and we’ll buy these.”
    “You are so doing him,” Tania whispered once they were alone. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “What are you talking about? I am not.”
    “Really? Then it won’t be long. You can’t keep your hands off him. I’ve never seen you like this with a guy. Not even when you were with Mario.”
    That brought her up short. She did touch Greg a lot. But it didn’t mean anything. “I’m just checking out the fit of his clothes.”
    “Is that what you call staring at his crotch?” She giggled. “Don’t get me wrong. It was hilarious, watching him go as red as a tomato, but did you have to be so obvious?”
    Mykal scoffed at this. “He stuffed his briefs. I was stunned speechless. I’ll talk to him about it later. Size doesn’t matter. When will guys learn that?”
    “Speak for yourself,” Tania muttered as Greg rejoined them.
    They shopped in three more stores before deciding to stop for dinner. Mykal had already discussed her plans for today with her parents while at the morning church service. They knew not to expect her at dinner.
    As usual, they were seated as soon as they walked into Tania’s aunt’s restaurant. The waiter had barely walked away before Tania leaned forward, her gaze intense. “So why did you and Daria break up?” Tania asked.
    Mykal, sitting in the booth next to Greg and opposite Tania, slid down in an attempt to kick her friend in the ankle. But Tania twisted her legs out of her reach so she had to settle for trying to glare her friend into silence. It proved to be an ineffective method.
    Greg shoved his hands into his hair, a habit that indicated he was stressed or uncomfortable. The thick wavy locks were shapeless and utterly without style. She’d get him to cut his hair today if she had to wield the scissors herself. “Um, she said I wasn’t ambitious enough for her.”
    “Uh huh, and what else?”
    “That was pretty much it.” He shot Mykal a pleading