It Started With A House: Lizzie. Book 1 (The Westport Mysteries) by Beth Prentice Read Free Book Online

a mute idiot.
    However, the
screeching of the doorbell rudely interrupted my afternoon of history and
fantasy. Wondering who the hell it was, I looked at my watch and realized it
was already five o’clock. Shit .
    Running down
the stairs, I opened the door to a very confused Scott. In his defense, he’d
been expecting to find me completely made up and wearing a red dress. Instead,
here I stood in my old flannel shirt and jeans, hair perfectly styled in a half-up-do
and completely devoid of make-up.
    “You’re not ready?” he asked incredulously.
    “Um…not quite,”
I answered, moving aside as he stepped in. “But it won’t take me long.” I gave
him my biggest smile hoping that would put him in a better mood. I should have
known better.
    “But I told
them I’d meet them at the restaurant at six. It’s already quarter past five!”
he said, sounding quite panicky.
    Judging by the
storm brewing in his eyes I may just be in a bit of trouble. Crap . This was not the start to the
evening I had hoped for.
    Leaving Scott
in the lounge with a bottle of scotch, I headed back up to the bathroom and
applied the required amount of make-up in record time.
    I had the dress
Scott had given me hanging in my temporary wardrobe—aka a packing box—and
pulling it out, the first thing I noticed was the price tag. He’d given me this
dress a few weeks ago but, with everything going on, I hadn’t even looked at
it. I knew it was red and strapless, and that was about it.
    I will admit to
being a bit shocked by the price. I guess it proves how important tonight is to
Scott that he would spend almost a month’s wage on a dress for me. He wasn’t
usually big on gifts.
    I really hope
it looks good on me. Red isn’t a color I would normally wear and strapless was
a risk when you have a bust the size of mine. But, I guess I’ll just trust his
judgment and enjoy the gift for what it is.
    Slipping out of
my clothes, I pulled the dress on and will admit to feeling a little bit
breathless. It was absolutely stunning…until I tried to do the zipper up.
    Did I mention
my breasts are a D cup? This dress was made for a skinny ass, B cup.
    What was Scott
thinking? The last time I was a B cup I was twelve and wearing a training bra!
    Not one to give
up too easily though, I managed to breathe in and flatten my boobs as much as humanly
possible. With the help of a very amused Riley, I even got the zipper up.
    I can’t say the
reflection I saw in the mirror was a good one though. I had flesh popping out
under my arms and over the top of the very tight bodice and the split up the
thigh was a little bit higher than I would have liked. Actually, it was a lot higher than I would have liked. Breathing
would be a luxury.
    Riley didn’t
seem to mind it though. “I guarantee if you go to a business meeting in that
dress, Scott will get anything he wants,” he laughed.
    He really was
enjoying this. “ Oh my God . What am I
going to do?” I asked, completely bewildered by the predicament I found myself
in. There was no way I could go to a very important meeting looking like this.
    “You’d better
go and show him,” Riley said, his grin still firmly in place.
    I thought about
this for a second. Looking down at my breasts, I weighed up my options. They
were limited. Oh well…time to face the music.
    I felt slightly
light-headed as I walked down the stairs—probably from the lack of
oxygen. Breathing was not something I had room to do. Scott stood in the
hallway watching me walk down towards him. I could see his face get paler the
closer I got.
    “Well, what do
you think?” I asked holding my arms out and forcing a smile on my face. I
really didn’t need to ask the question. What he thought was written all over
his face.
    “My God, you
look like a high priced call girl!” he growled through gritted teeth. “You do
know how important tonight is for me, don’t you?” I could see the color
returning to his cheeks, which were now starting to