Trinity's POV
"I don't know about this," I gripped my handbag as we entered the bar.
Stacy continued to tell me I shouldn't wear the cardigan I had as a cover-up for this dress. The dress was a second skin and hugged my curves. It was comfortable and beyond sexy; it made me feel like a woman. When I saw it on the clothing rack in New York, I just had to have it. Since then, it had been sitting in the bottom of my suitcase because I had no other place to wear it.
"You look fantastic in it; take it off." Stacy began to pull on it for it to come off, but I pulled it back on quickly.
"No, I can't," I argued. "I like wearing the dress around the house; the people here give me the creeps." It wasn't a lie. This was the only bar in the entire town, and it was equipped with the most cliché o
