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the closet with every designer shoe ever made. And they were all lined up in glass-front cases in this massive two-story closet . . . ”
    He raises a hand to halt me. “Fine. Fine. I’ll try them on if you will stop talking about shoes.”
    I lie on my stomach across his bed and throw out orders of what to try on with what. 
    “Do you not wear this stuff because it pisses your mom off?”
    He walks out of the closet looking smoking hot. He’s got on an expensive pair of straight-cut, dark-washed jeans, a blue paisley button-up shirt that was custom made by a London tailor, and the Jimmy Choo loafers. 
    “Holy shit, Cush. You look hot. That’s what you’re wearing tonight. My luck, I’ll take you there and still end up dancing alone.” 
    He looks in the mirror. “You’re hot for me, aren’t you?”
    I grin. “You know it.”
    “The answer to your question is yes. I probably don’t wear it because it pisses my mom off. She’ll love you even more after this.”
    “You miss her.”
    “Yeah. I mean, it gets lonely during the week.”
    “Wanna trade? I swear, there is nothing but noise at my house.” I laugh thinking about all that goes on at my house most of the time. “I love my little sisters, though, and I actually miss the noise when they're gone. So, when I need a break, I'm coming here. When you need noise, you come to the chaos that is my house.” I glance at my watch. “I have to get home for dinner. Tommy’s grilling steaks before they go out. He says he’s tired of eating nothing but appetizers at cocktail parties. Wanna join us?” 
     
    Your dirty little secret.
    8:30pm
     
    The girls had a bedtime snack, handed out kisses, and were off to bed. Cush and I ate dinner on the deck with Mom and Tommy and then watched the sun go down over the water. Mom excused herself to go get ready, so I snuck off too, leaving Cush to enjoy a cigar with Tommy.
    Now, I stand in front of my vanity, pull my hair back into a high, tight ponytail, and put on my makeup. I glue on fake eyelashes, cake my lids with super smoky eye shadow, add thick black liner and mascara. I add a little bronzer to highlight my cheekbones and a soft pink lip gloss, and then walk into my closet. 
    I love my closet. 
    Mom and Tommy had it expanded and redone last year for my sixteenth birthday. It looks like a high-end boutique. Black and white brocade wallpaper. Sleek, black cabinetry. Shoes, boots, and bags lined up in perfect, color-coordinated order. Beneath my feet is a fluffy white flokati rug that is so soft it almost feels sensual. I dig my bare toes in it every time I walk on it. I flip the light switch, and the black-lacquered chandelier lights up the center of the room. 
    I know exactly what I want to wear tonight. A shimmering, silver Alice + Olivia sleeveless, cowl-neck dress that has a skintight skirt, and a pair of silver glitter, double-banded bootie Jimmy Choos.
    I check myself in the mirror and am pleased with how I look. I spritz on some perfume and walk out on the deck. 
    Cush is sitting on the deck by himself, staring out at the ocean.
    “So I’m ready.”
    He turns around and looks at me, but doesn’t say a word. He just stares. 
    I worry that he thinks I look silly.
    Finally a big grin breaks out across his face, and I get to see his adorable dimples. “Day-umnnn, girl. You got it going on.”
     
    We have so much fun at the club, and he wasn’t lying when he said I could grind on him all night. 
    It feels amazing. 
    The way his hands feel on my hips. 
    How, if I move too far away from him, he grabs my ass and pulls me back close. 
    How he runs his hands all over my dress in the name of dancing. 
    If this is how he usually dances with girls, I can see why they fall into bed with him. Everything he does is just plain sexy. Especially when you make him grin big enough to be treated to those dimples.
    Sometimes, he looks at me and then down at my mouth. The way guys do when they want to kiss you. And