I dialed Luna to ask her for help and she laughed at me. “What exactly do you have to work with?”

“Nothing. I have absolutely nothing to work with,” I whined.

“What about a cute thong and a tank top, or no shirt, a thong and some high heels?”

“I wanted to come across as sexy, not easy.”

“I don’t think he’ll complain,” my best friend argued, though she was still laughing at my dilemma. “Okay, in all seriousness, does he have any really nice dress shirts? Maybe there’s something in his closet that will feel great against your naked skin?”

“Oh, wait, let me go check.” I remembered the blue button-down shirt he had worn in Vegas the night before our wedding. Something like that would have felt great against my skin. I remember having a little mini fantasy about how it would have felt to rub up against it while I was naked and trying to get him that way too. Not that I would have admitted it at the time. He didn’t deserve me fantasizing about him back then.

As I sifted through his closet, I found that same shirt from Vegas and a few others like it. I chose a green one, instead of the blue, and slipped it on me. “Should I leave it unbuttoned?”

“I think you should roll the sleeves up, button one, maybe two of the lower buttons, just enough to keep it closed, but loose enough to hint at all the things he might want to see.”

“You’re too good at this,” I called into the phone after putting it on speaker so I could hear her while I dressed.

“I wasn’t joking about the heels though. I know you have an aversion to wearing them often but tell me you have a decent pair there that you could put on.”

“I do,” I called out as I ducked into the closet that had been set aside for my things. I had brought over a pair of black heels on the off chance that Tucker asked me to go to his father’s funeral in his place. Not that I wanted to go at all, but I brought them just in case. It was probably for the best that I hadn’t worn them to a funeral. They were a little too much for the subdued occasion, but they would be just right for seduction.

“Send me a picture of the shoes,” Luna demanded.

I snapped a picture and sent it off to her. It took a minute for her to get it on her end, but I knew when she did, since she whistled her response immediately. “Yes, girl! Those are sexy!”

“I put them on my feet and looked in the mirror. I was sure the look would work far better for a woman with bigger boobs than mine. Sure, the opening at the top of the shirt hinted at what might lie beneath, but that was it. There wasn’t an abundance of cleavage to tantalize, and I started doubting myself again.