A New York Kind Of Love

Grinning, Faith got up from the chair and ignored the temptation to take a look at herself in the mirror. She shouldn’t enjoy this so much. If she was back home, she’d think how superficial and shallow all of this really was. Right now, though, she decided to allow herself to enjoy this fantasy weekend. Besides, it was hard not to get excited over a designer dress tailored just for her. The team had taken her measurements at the start of the makeover, and the dress had arrived a few minutes ago.

She was having so much fun that she couldn’t even rustle up any annoyance whenever Kitty remarked about how surprisingly easy it was to turn her into a knockout. A comment to which she’d responded in her heaviest Southern drawl, “Good thing I got my teeth fixed a couple years back.” The team laughed at her joke. Kitty only looked relieved.

Within minutes she was in the dress. They did a final gloss of her hair and makeup, and then she was in front of the mirror with an embellished “Voilà” from Kitty.

Faith’s jaw dropped. The woman in the mirror wasn’t Faith Logan, shift nurse and parent caretaker. The person looking back at her was the perfect arm candy for a Hollywood superstar.

The dress was long-sleeved, but there was no chance she’d get too warm. Made of sheer material enhanced with silver stones strategically placed over her more personal areas, it clung to every curve and stopped in a wisp of material at the tops of her thighs. Full curls framed her face, and her makeup... Good gracious, her makeup was flawless. Her face shone with just the right highlights and shadows. She looked like a celebrity. In fact, she almost felt like one, surrounded by the team oohing and aahing over her appearance.

“So, what do you think?” Kitty asked with what sounded like uncertainty in her voice.

“I’m stunning,” Faith whispered.

Kitty clapped and congratulated the team. “Finally, a response from you I can take.”

Faith continued to stare at the stranger in the mirror...a stranger she kind of liked. If only Marie could see her now. Once again she wished her friend could have got off work to be here. She’d have to take a picture and send it to Marie and her parents. They wanted her to have fun, and this makeover was fun.

There was a knock at the door, and the excitement and buzz of conversation from the team elevated.

“That must be Irvin,” Kitty said.

Faith’s heart pounded like their feet on the floor of the hotel room. She broke out in a sweat. Dang it, she couldn’t sweat. Not in this barely there outfit and perfect makeup. She fanned herself to cool off, but Kitty was already ushering her out of the bedroom and into the living area of the hotel suite.

Don’t sweat. Don’t sweat. Don’t sweat, she chanted internally, as if that would stop her.

Kitty positioned her and the rest of the crew for Irvin’s entrance. Vaguely she wondered if the man ever entered a room without Kitty arranging everyone on the other side of the door.

When Kitty swept the door open and he entered, Faith forgot to think, to breathe, as his sexy, dark eyes zeroed in on her. He wore a white shirt, black-and-white-striped vest and dark pants, but on him the simple clothes covered him in sex appeal. She’d heard the expression “sex on a stick” before. Standing before her, this man brought that expression to life. And she was going out clubbing with him tonight.

Don’t be a fangirl. He already thinks you’re only here to seduce him. Despite her warning, she couldn’t help but think it would be pretty darn nice to seduce someone that good-looking.