"It's done," Dylan said as he hung up the phone the next day.

"That easily?" Kylie asked in surprise.

Dylan nodded. "James knew exactly who you were. He obviously thinks you're hot or something because he was very eager to have you there."

Kylie smiled. "Nice."

"He says he wants you to sing there sometime," Dylan added.

"What about that night?" Kylie suggested. "Then AJ would be sure to notice me."

Dylan shook his head. "I asked. The spot is already taken."

"Oh well."

"It's okay," Dylan said. "The way we're going to dress you, he'll be sure to notice you anyway."

"Oh yeah," Kylie realized. "What the hell am I gonna wear?"

Dylan grinned. "You up for some shopping?"

She smirked. "Bet your ass I am."

"Okay," Dylan said as they walked through the inside of the mall, "we need something that makes you look hot but not slutty."

"Are you sure?" Kylie hesitated. "He's the kind of guy that might go for that. And I am kind of gonna be a slut if I'm gonna bang the man within an hour of meeting him."

"He might go for it, but we can't be sure," Dylan said. "Think about it. These guys have what, thousands of women after them? Millions? I'm sure they see a lot of girls trying to show off by wearing stuff like that. What'll catch his attention isn't gonna be showing off cleavage. It's what every guy finds irresistible and sexy."

"And what would that be?"

Dylan smiled. "Mystery."

"This?" Kylie asked, holding up a halter top. She and Dylan were looking for exactly the right thing for her to wear, and Dylan was probably enjoying himself even more than she was. Not because he liked shopping all that much. Like most guys, he really didn't. It was because he got to see her try on lots of tight things.

"Maybe," Dylan said, nodding. He smiled.

"This one?" Kylie asked, holding up a tube top.

"Maybe," Dylan repeated. He looked kind of lost in his own world. He hadn't even glanced at the shirt.

Kylie rolled her eyes and grabbed something else. "How about this one?"

"Sure," Dylan mumbled. Kylie stared at him until he realized something was amiss and snapped out of the trance. "What?" he asked, startled.

"You just okayed a bra, sweetie," Kylie said, putting it back where she had gotten it.

"Sorry. I'm...getting a little carried away with this." He coughed.

"You don't say," Kylie said sarcastically. "Will you please pay attention here? I don't even know what I'm looking for."

"Okay, hold on, let me..." Dylan took a step back and looked her up and down. She was wearing denim cutoff shorts and a tank top. "A dress, I think," he said.

"Not pants?"

Dylan shrugged. "You've got beautiful legs. Show them off."

Kylie smiled at the compliment. "Okay...dresses."

"Black," he said almost instantly.

"How did I know he was going to say that?" Kylie asked the heavens, grinning.

He slid his arms around her from behind. "Because black is perfect. It's sexy, it's mysterious...it makes you look delicious..."

Kylie giggled. "Okay, black it is. Here's one."

"Okay...yeah, keep that one. Let's try to find as many as we can."

"Too conservative," Dylan said about the first black dress out of about six that they'd found.

"What?" Kylie asked in disbelief, gesturing toward the way the dress hugged her curves.

"No, I mean, it's tight, but...it could be higher on the bottom and lower up top," Dylan said.

"What happened to not giving away too much?" Kylie asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Look, I just meant you shouldn't have tits and ass hanging out all over the place."

Kylie grinned at his choice of vocabulary. "Dance: ten...looks: three!" she began to sing exaggeratedly.

"Shut up and try on the next one," Dylan ordered with a roll of his eyes. But he was laughing.

She went back into the dressing room. "Oh my God," Dylan heard after some rustling of clothing.

"What?" he asked.

"I don't think this one's quite what we're looking for." She opened the door with a hesitant smile.

Dylan licked his lips. "No, too much cleavage, but...damn, that doesn't bother me."

Kylie made a face at him and went back to change again. This time he heard an excited "ooh!"

"Looking better?" he asked.

"Third time's a charm," Kylie said, smirking as she opened the door.

Dylan's jaw dropped when he saw her. The dress molded to her body like it was made for her. It was black, and when the light hit it right, it sparkled—but not so much that it looked flashy. The hem was slanted—the right side was just above mid-thigh, and the left side was at her knee.

"Turn around," Dylan breathed.

She did. The practically microscopic spaghetti straps went over her shoulders and then crisscrossed all the way down to her lower back.

"Wow," was the only other thing that Dylan could say.

"You like it?" Kylie asked excitedly.

He took a deep breath. "I...yeah."

Kylie clapped her hands. "I have the perfect shoes!"

"Kylie, if he doesn't fall for you when you wear that..." Dylan shook his head. "He's gotta be gay."

She grinned. "Okay, lemme change and we'll go buy it."


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