Isn't It Bromantic (Bromance Book Club #4) by Lyssa Kay Adams

            “Lucky for me?” Elena asked. “What is going on?”

            “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I am going to burn that sweatshirt,” Michelle said.

            “This is my school,” Elena said, looking down at the word MEDILL emblazoned across her boobs.

            “You’ve worn it every day that you’ve been here.”

            “I didn’t have a lot of time to pack.” Of course, even if she had more time, most of her wardrobe looked exactly like what she’d been wearing. Leggings. Sweatshirts. Ripped jeans.

            “Well, you also don’t have any time to go shopping, so you’re going to shop in my closet.”

            “Shop for what?” She was afraid of the answer, especially when Michelle laughed.

            “What else? For seduction.”

            Linda and Andrea came out then, also loaded down with clothes. They dumped them next to the stack that Michelle had unloaded. Only Claud came out empty-handed. Apparently, she’d been the manager.

            “Seduction?” Elena squeaked. “No. No, no, no, no. I can’t do seduction. We’re getting ahead of ourselves. I haven’t even talked to Vlad. He might just throw me out.”

            Michelle held up a black dress with a deep V-neck. “Not if you’re wearing this, he won’t.”

            Elena looked down at herself and made eye contact with the mounds of her generous breasts. “No way. I’ll look like a pool floatie.”

            Four sets of hands grabbed her at various joints and forced her into the bathroom. Michelle handed over the dress. “Try it on.”

            Five excruciating minutes later, Elena walked back out. Michelle and the Loners adopted the same expression—openmouthed and wide-eyed.

            “I told you this was a mistake,” Elena said, turning back around.

            Once again, everyone grabbed her, but this time they dragged her to the full-length mirror by the closet door.

            “Look at yourself,” Michelle said. “You look ah-may-zing. I would never look this good in that dress.”

            “I look like the women who used to hang out at the ice rink after the men’s senior competitions.”

            “Well, I don’t know what that means, but if those women looked like this”—Andrea emphasized the word with a wave that gestured vaguely to Elena’s body—“then they were some hot women.”

            Michelle laughed. “Vlad is going to faint.”

            Heat that would rival Mount Vesuvius blazed across her cheeks. “This dress is way too obvious.”

            Claud snorted. “Men don’t do subtleties, honey. You have to hit them over the head with things, and even then, you have to give them an explanation why.”

            “Yeah,” Andrea said, pulling the V-neck even lower. “So, make sure you show these off.”

            “Oh yeah,” Michelle said, nodding. “Those are the goods. Show ’em off.”

            “I can’t do this.” Elena crinkled her nose. “I—I don’t even know how to seduce someone. I can’t just show him my boobs.”

            Claud snorted again. “It’s like you’ve never met a man in your entire life.”

            “I’ve met Vlad. He won’t even touch me without permission.”

            “Even a gentleman can lose his mind over a pair of fleshy boobs.”

            Elena laughed. “Why are you all helping me?”

            “Because we want Vlad to be happy.”

            “But what changed your mind about me?”

            Claud came to stand in front of her. “Because you came to Michelle’s to offer your blessing even though it clearly broke your heart. Only a person who truly cares about a man would do something that selfless.”

            “I am not selfless. I . . . I hurt him.”