Poison Ivy

Chapter Seventeen: With Interest

I looked at my reflection in the mirror on my desk, blinking repeatedly and opening and closing my mouth. I looked like a hot goldfish, let me tell you.

"Wesley," I began, turning my head slowly this way and that, touching my hair and cheeks cautiously. "How in the universe did you do that?" I asked, completely astonished at the transformation. It had only taken just under an hour to do my hair and make-up and, if I do say so myself, Wesley had made me look highly attractive – like a 'if I were a guy I'd probably snog me' kind of attractive – I was flummoxed to say the least.

Wesley's eyes were glinting in achievement as he bowed before me. "I'm your fairy godmother, duh." He grinned.

I laughed lightly, still watching myself in the mirror, checking to see that my reflection was facsimileing each of my actions. Yep, that's definitely me, I confirmed brightly.

"Now, dress and you're ready to go. Andy is so gonna fuck you." Wesley beamed ecstatically, tweaking a strand of hair to his liking before he patted me on the shoulder.

I shot him a warning glare, shaking my head. "Shut up, Wes, I'm not going for that reason." I told him serenely, standing and turning to collect my dress.

"Then why are you going?"

"Because," I huffed, pressing the plastic-covered dress to my chest for security as I wracked my mind for any other reason to say than 'I miss seeing him, and sure, fucking would be quite nice but I just want to be in his presence for a little bit.' "It's a great PR thing for ROCK Bottom."

"Sure," Wesley rolled his eyes mockingly, walking across to me and taking the towel from around my body. "Put the dress on, I want to see if I've finally created a masterpiece out of you." He teased.

I slipped the long black dress out of the plastic protector, smiling as I ran my fingers along the soft material. I turned it in my hands, inspecting its perfection, my smile growing.

Wesley held out the plastic packet that encased the breast cup things, a taunting grin on his face as he removed the dress from my grasp.

"Here," he spoke actively, pressing them into my now free hand – my other arm was now wrapped around myself to hide my modesty – as I glowered at him.

"I could kill you right now," I muttered, grabbing my dress back and holding it in front of my chest as I huffed off into the bathroom.

After what seemed like hours I had finally succeeded in putting my dress on, however, I still needed a hand with the zip and so that meant leaving the bathroom which I did not want to do because being in a dress made me feel insecure and strange and somewhat scared and it was as if Wesley had a sixth sense because before I had time to chicken out and take the dress off he was knocking on the door to the bathroom, his voice filling the silence that had descended after my absence from the bedroom to the bathroom.

"Would you like some help?" he asked and I nodded to myself – yes, can you help me get out of going tonight? – before hollering a 'sure, one second', my voice wavering.

I unlatched the lock and pulled open the door, smiling half-heartedly at Wesley. He motioned for me to turn, already knowing it'd be the zip that I'd need assistance with, and I did so, waiting until I heard the buzz of it being pulled up.

A second later Wesley placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me into the bathroom to see in the full length mirror. He smiled warmly at me as I looked at him for reassurance and gave me a thumb's up.

"You look amazing," he told me honestly, placing an arm around my waist and hugging me to him momentarily. "Oh, and it's almost ten past, you better stop being nervous already and start getting excited, Andy will be here soon to pick you up." He grinned and I sighed.