Revealing His Prize NOW AVAILABLE TO BUY ON AMAZON

Chapter One

This story was formerly titled Claiming His prize. It has been reduced to a 3 chapter sample as the full story has been edited, retitled and published on Amazon. Apologies to anyone who didn't manage to finish it. 

"Reece!" screamed Frankie, "Come and help me choose what the hell I am going to wear tonight."

"That is a little stereotypical of you relying on your gorgeously, stylish gay best friend to choose your outfit!" grinned Reece totally ignoring Frankie standing in just a pair of nude satin pants. "Right, are we going for professional, artistic or smoking hot?" asked Reece with a cheeky grin that was obscured by the nylon sleeve of the kaftan he stood behind in Frankie's wardrobe.

"You really are a dick, but I love you and you dress me far better than I could ever dress myself, but all of the above, I need to appear professional and artistic if I am being viewed as the woman to bring this building to life and smoking hot is good, just in case," she giggled and then nervously added, "But not too hot, I don't want to draw attention to myself."

"You are beautiful and would look great in a bin bag, but I thought you were sworn off men?" asked Reece as he began flicking through the dozens of dresses Frankie had.

"I am, but a little teasing could be fun, or maybe not," sighed Frankie feeling anxious and doubtful again.

"Hey, babe, don't get yourself down, not about that arse Nate Bryan, he really isn't worth it and he was never good enough for you, you know that, so back on the horse for you me thinks!"

"Or not! Maybe you could just find me a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt and we could eat ice-cream and drink cheap wine!"

"No chance, you have to go tonight and meet with the important man who has commissioned you to sell his new building to the world," Reece told her throwing the dress of his choosing towards her, "You have fabulous boobs babe so don't even consider a bra or tape tonight!"

"Come with me," Frankie asked, suddenly nervous again.

"I thought Anna was going with you," sighed Reece desperately wanting to just say no.

"She said she'd meet me there but she is flaky at the best of times, especially if Harry miraculously becomes available to shag her, please Reece, for me, please, I'll love you forever," she begged with a smile as she saw his resolve melting.

"God I hate how weak you make me, it's a good job we both like dicks or we would be a couple and I would be seriously fucking whipped. If this thing tonight is dull I am going to kick your arse all over the mats at krav maga tomorrow!"

Laughing, Frankie looked down at the cocktail dress Reece had selected and frowned wondering how to accessorise.

"Reece!" she called just as his back disappeared from her view indicating he was going to change into something suitable to be her plus one.

"Silver, strappy, T-bar sandals and silver dangly earrings only!" he called back making her laugh louder.

"You're that predictable Nolan!" she told her reflection as she slipped the dress over her head and smoothed it down.

Reece really did have a great eye for what suited her she thought as she looked at the turquoise chiffon dress that revealed her neck and shoulders courtesy of the silver, metal ring that held the fabric around her neck before the gathered, ruched fabric encased her breasts while an embroidered silver band pulled the dress in, emphasising her more than ample chest and then finally the loose fabric fell flatteringly in a full skirt that finished just above her knee.

Grabbing the silver shoes Reece had recommended she slipped them on and was glad of her pedicure yesterday thinking her bright red nails illuminated the twisted, leather robe design across her toes before the same design made up the T-bar style and then continued around her ankle to where the buckle fastened on her ankle.