Page 4 of Reckless With You

I had a key to his house, he had mine. He was always helping me with work, and I tried to help him too, but he was a computer scientist and didn’t really need my help. I worked with my hands and did more manual labor since I was a landscape architect. I sometimes needed those extra muscles.

And while Tobey had been skinny and a little less muscle-y when he was a kid, he was nicely filled out now.

Tobey was damn sexy. I loved my best friend.

And I couldn’t wait to officially tell him.

But because I was me, and I had gotten drunk one night to formulate this plan, I was going to have fun while doing it.

Because we deserved fun.

We had been through a lot recently, mostly thanks to two of my older brothers, so it would be nice for it just to be us. We deserved this.

And with that thought, I looked at myself in the mirror and let out a shaky breath.

“You are fine, Amelia,” I told myself. “You are beautiful, busty, lusty, and so ready to get this going.”

And…I was never sayingthatstatement again. Busty and lusty? Why don’t I just read aPenthousemagazine and get it on with myself?

Well, considering that what I was about to do might end up as aPenthouseLetter to the Editor, I planned to have some fun with it.

I bent down low and lifted my boobs into the cups of my lacy bra so they’d sit just right. It was a deep-plunged bra that had padding at the bottom, not to give me more of my girls—because I had plenty of those—but to lift and separate. It had this thick band below the cups that sort of made it like a corset, but not really. I called it more of a bustier, not that I actually knew what those were. I generally wore whatever bra was the comfiest.

But tonight was all about lace and boob.

I quickly adjusted my lace panties as well, and then grinned. Yes, I was wearing a matching set, and some high heels that I loved. They were the strappy kind so I couldn’t walk out of them like I’d done once at that bar, even though I had been sober.

And this wasallI was going to wear. Well, this and the coat. I didn’t actually own a trench coat, and I didn’t want to go too far.

So I was wearing my peacoat with all the extra buttons.

This was my outfit for the night.

I was going to show up at Tobey’s house, show him his new present, and say, “You know what? It’s time we do this thing.”

I could be seductive. I had seduced many a man in my time.

Okay, afewmen, and they mostly did the seducing because I wasn’t great at it. But I had been practicing with this mirror long enough that I should be okay.

Tonight was the night I was going to tell my best friend that I loved him. Nothing could go wrong.

Once again, I ignored that little voice in my head that said I was just going to push him to the back of my mind with all my childhood traumas. And then I told myself that was what therapy was for. I should probably work on getting that therapist.

But enough of that. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

I quickly shut off the lights, grabbed my bag, and got into my car. I didn’t live that far from Tobey, and I probably could have walked. But considering that I looked like I was about to go to the street corner and start a new job, I decided to drive. And I was really good about obeying all the laws on the way.

I probably stopped for a little too long at each stop sign, turned on my blinker earlier than needed for each turn, and obeyed all other traffic laws.

But there was no way I was getting pulled over in this getup.

Unease crawled up my spine as I pulled into Tobey’s driveway.

Was I making a mistake?

What would happen if he said no? No…that wasn’t going to happen. We were totally on the same page. We just needed a little kickstart. And the getup that I was wearing, even as it tightened around my chest, would work to do exactly that. Because it had to.

Tobey was my everything. My forever.