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irritating. Shaking him up a little might be just what the doctor ordered.
    “Where do we start?”
    “Where all women’s wardrobes should start. With the perfect little, black dress.”
    “I have a little, black dress,” she protested.
    He rolled his eyes at her. “You have a dress you wear to funerals. I saw it. At a funeral. That’s not a little, black dress. That’s a tragedy that you wear to appropriately tragic occasions.”
    “Ouch.”
    “You wanted tactful-”
    “I should have called someone else. I get it.”
    “Okay, then let’s get down to business. You’ll have to try on a few of them until we get the sense of what works best with your figure.”
    “Don’t you already know?” she asked, unable to keep a hint of sarcasm out of her voice.
    “I make it a point not to look at other women’s figures. Besides, with the clothes you wear I wouldn’t have been able to guess even if I had been looking.”
    She punched him lightly in the shoulder. It was the only appropriate response she could think of. “Don’t hurt my feelings,” she threatened.
    “I’m not trying to. I’m just saying that you’ve never been in the business of attracting the opposite sex. There’s nothing wrong with that, but you’re going to need to go at things completely differently than you have been. Fortunately for you Jeremiah is already head over heels about you. A little tweak here and there and he probably won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”
    She felt herself flushing all the way to the roots of her hair.
    “Don’t worry. I know you’re crazy about him, too. My lips are sealed, though.”
    “Thank you. For everything.”
    He smiled and patted her on the arm. “You’re welcome. Actually, I should be the one thanking you. I’ve been feeling pretty useless lately and this is great.”
    Before she could question him he turned and started pointing to a couple of different racks. “Grab your size and head to the dressing room. I’ll be prowling around. Holler when you’re ready to model.”
    Cindy grabbed the dresses he had indicated and headed for the dressing room. She’d never actually modeled clothes for a man before and she felt a little self-conscious as she walked out in the first dress, a halter top with a full but very short skirt.
    “Turn for me,” he said.
    She did a little turn, feeling even more self-conscious.
    “Okay, try the next one,” he said.
    She went through four black dresses before he had selected the one he thought she should get. It was form fitting with a sweetheart neckline that she was grateful only revealed the barest hint of cleavage. The shoulder strap mini sleeve things which she wasn’t exactly sure what to call angled outward on her shoulders. It was just shy of being an off-the-shoulder dress. It hugged her waist and hips tight and the skirt ended about three inches above her knee. It was shorter than she was used to, but not so short that she felt uncomfortable.
    “There, that is perfection,” Dave declared with a satisfied nod.
    She looked down at herself. She looked good, and the dress fit really well, but she wasn’t sure what made it better than a couple of the others. “Can I ask what makes this one sexier than some of the others?”
    He nodded. “The neckline for one. The sweetheart neck emphasizes your natural assets. It shows barely any cleavage, just enough so that a guy can’t help but notice, but not enough to make it feel like you’re advertising. Then the angle of the straps emphasizes your collarbones and you have nice ones, along with very feminine shoulders. Form fitting around the hips and waist are great if your stomach is mostly flat which yours is. Finally, the hemline hits you in a perfect spot. If you were taller or shorter it wouldn’t, but where it hits really helps elongate your legs. Guys like to see legs and like to feel that they’re nice and long, but if you have a hemline that’s too high it’s not good. A bit of a tease is