“Sexier?” The elderly, bleach-blonde sales assistant gave Rachel a once-over look. It was disapproving, as was her dubious tone of voice.

“Well… That’s what…he said he wanted.” Rachel Matthews nervously ran her fingers through her long, brown hair.She could feel her cheeks burning. Such embarrassment, especially for the usually meek and quiet woman.

“Alrighty, then.” The sales woman sighed hopelessly. “If that’s what he says he wants, I suppose you should give it to him.” An exaggerated wink.

Ugh.

Rachel couldn’t believe herself. Standing in the middle of Victoria’s Secret, confessing the issues of her lackluster love life. Asking for advice from a woman who looked as if she belonged somewhere in the depths of a Palm Beach trailer park, let alone looked as if she hadn’t been laid in ten years.

A few moments later, the woman returned with several strips of gaudy lace in her hands. “How about these?”

“They’re…thongs.” Rachel cast her gaze downward.

“With gems, Sweetie. You said he wanted sexy.”