The dress was barely a dress, more like a suggestion of one.
Peace tugged at the hem, which barely skimmed the tops of her thighs.
Her rear end was dangerously close to making an unscheduled appearance, and the fit was so tight it distorted her proportions, making her boobs look absurdly long and her hips exaggeratedly wide.
Her entire legs were on display, shimmering under the bedroom light.
Riley kicked open the door with a dramatic flair, whistling appreciatively. "Thank God you like men; otherwise, my wife would have a serious fight on her hands."
Peace rolled her eyes, adjusting the neckline in vain. "We've kissed, Riley, but she doesn't need to know that."
Riley arched a brow, clearly amused. "Oh, she knows. I don't keep anything from my woman."
"How... interesting," Peace muttered, tugging at the dress again. "Did the store run out of actual clothes? This feels like someone gift-wrapped me in leather."
Riley shrugged, utterly unbothered, dressed comfortably in her long overcoat, sleek slacks, and polished boots. She looked ready for a business meeting, not a night of debauchery.
"You look decent," peace said through gritted teeth, Riley was clearly trying not to laugh.
"That's because I'm engaged, and you're not. Tonight, you're arm candy. Do you know how much I'm spending to get you laid, darling? You should be thanking me."
Peace glared at her as she slipped into the absurdly high heels that came with the ensemble. She was already 5'9", and the extra height made her feel downright towering.
"I look like that giant alien girl from that one animated movie..."
"Only sexier," Riley cut her off, grabbing her by the waist and steering her toward the door. "Let's go, Mamacita."
Out in the driveway, Ashley, Riley's wife, was leaning against their car, looking effortlessly chic in a leather jacket and skinny jeans. She took one look at Peace and smirked.
"Ooooh, someone's getting lucky tonight," Ashley teased, her gaze flicking to Peace's barely-there outfit.
Peace clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to swear in Spanish. "Hi, Ashley."
Ashley glanced at her reflection in the car's side mirror, then leaned toward Riley and whispered loud enough for Peace to hear, "I can almost see her panties."
Peace's face flushed crimson as Riley laughed.
"Yeah, she's hot. Let's go!" Riley said, sliding into the passenger seat.
Ashley winked at Peace before slipping into the driver's seat. Then, true to form, she drove like a complete maniac, screeching out of the driveway with the confidence of someone who thought speed limits were merely suggestions.
Peace clung to the door handle for dear life. Tonight was already shaping up to be a disaster or a hilarious story she'd never live down.