Free Full Body Contact by Carolyn McCray, Elena Gray

Twice.
    Alexis tried to bolt out of the chair, but Callie shoved her back down. “Let him stew.”
    “Clearly, you don’t know Dekker,” Alexis said as she tried to rise again, but Callie held her down. For a skinny theater girl, Callie had a steely grip.
    “Right,” her friend snorted. “I eat bad boys for breakfast. I’m telling you the secret is to look hot, and then make them beg.”
    Alexis doubted if Dekker ever begged for anything. And the bad boys that Callie was used to? They could only hope to someday grow up to be as bad as Dekker. Alexis was about to argue again when Callie announced, “Ta-da!”
    Afraid to look in the mirror, Alexis slowly turned around. A stranger stared back at her. Alexis’ hair hung loose. Large curls bounced when she turned her head. She leaned in closer to the mirror, examining her eyes. Callie had penciled eyeliner in at the corners, giving them a feline appearance.
    “Callie! This is …”
    “Fabulous,” Callie finished.
    The horn honked again. Each burst dragged out to emphasize Dekker’s annoyance. Alexis couldn’t help but rub her lips back and forth, smoothing out the deep red lipstick.
    “I look … I look ....”
    “Hot.” Callie placed her palms together and bowed. “My job is complete.”
    Callie urged her out of the chair, handing Alexis a pair of five-inch black ankle boots. “Don’t forget to get in his face. Don’t back down. Make him come to you.”
    Alexis nodded as she hopped on one leg, zipping up the boots. She was just about to step onto the porch when she was jerked back into the hallway.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” Callie hissed.
    “Um, going out to his car?”
    Callie stamped her foot, her voice sounding just like Alexis’ mother. “What did I just tell you? Make him come to you!”
    “How?”
    Callie pointed toward the open door. “Stand there until he gets the hint.” She fluffed Alexis’ hair and shoved her back toward the door. “Now, look slinky.”
    Unused to wearing heels, Alexis stumbled through the doorway. Yep, clumsy certainly looked sexy. Not .
    Slinky. How in the hell did one look slinky? She propped one arm on the doorframe and placed her hand on an extended hip. Alexis was either slinky, or auditioning for a beer commercial. She had to resist the urge to tug her shirt down, as it revealed her stomach.
    At the curb, Dekker impatiently tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. Alexis hoped he looked up soon, because she felt completely stupid posing like this. What if one of her neighbors came out?
    Finally, Dekker leaned over the passenger seat, spotting her through the window. He shook his head when he saw Alexis wasn’t obeying his “honk” command to come to the car.
    “He’s getting out of the car,” Alexis whispered to Callie through clenched teeth. Of course, she wasn’t sure if it was to pick her up for their date or kick her ass … or both.
    Dekker wore a snug, dark gray T-shirt that molded his pecs. The fabric over his arms stretched tight over his biceps. His military-style boots stomped against the sidewalk as he approached.
    One hand jammed in his jeans pocket, he asked none too nicely, “You ready?”
    Well, that wasn’t the reaction she had hoped for.
    Alexis gave Dekker a weak smile. “Since you gave me an extra half hour, yeah.”
    Now unsure of her appearance, she looked down at her feet. Maybe it was over the top. Maybe he saw through the illusion and thought of her as a little girl playing dress-up.
    Dekker took Alexis’ purse and tossed it through the open door before pulling it closed. “You won’t be needing that.”
    “Why?” Alexis asked as he filled her now-empty hand with his warm one. He led her toward his jet-black Mustang. The windows darkened with a limo-grade tint.
    “I don’t want any identification left on the body …” Alexis stopped short and let her hand slip from his. Dekker chuckled as he opened his door, smirking at her over the hood. “You’re