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that show of dominance slip right from my mind.
“What the fuck did he do to her?” I growled.
“Ask Wiska. She’s embarrassed about it, but she would tell you if you asked . . . nicely. Now,” Casey backed away, “sorry about that. I went all He-Man on your ass.” He giggled. “Well, not on your ass, but, you know. Come on, Bradley, pretty please, with sexy, sparkly vampires on top, play Fancy Dress Friday with us . . . for Wiska?”
I sighed and glanced down at the bag. “Please tell me this isn’t a Battle Cat costume.”
Casey clapped his hands together with glee. “Not even close. Now hurry up before the ninety-year-old bat who lives across the hall pokes her head out the door to see what all the noise is about. With her Coke-bottle glasses, I doubt she’d see much, but I bet you a hand job she’d shuffle on out here and try to cop a feel.”
I scrunched my nose at Casey’s description of Lady Becket, who lived across the hall, but didn’t discount it. She was old as dirt, but I had already been on the receiving end of her wandering hands once. Twice was way too disturbing to even consider.
CHAPTER 6
Wiska
With my left hand, I unsteadily poured myself a glass of grape juice and watched Lionel set up cheese and crackers on the large, square coffee table in front of my sofa bed. My arm already itched beneath the rainbow cast I now wore. It was pretty, so, so pretty, but looking at it made me sad. This wouldn’t have happened if I had been at home; there were no swans in the vicinity of my apartment, and my stupid arm would be in one piece. If I hadn’t been stupid enough to date Kasper, I’d be home, my family would be talking to me, and my mom would be baking me brownies because I couldn’t get through a week without them. Much to my dismay, I had been through eight weeks without them, and I missed them so much. I forced away the tears that threatened to fall and took a sip of juice while I watched Lionel prepare the game we had purchased earlier in the day. Loaded Questions , surely there was little room for Lionel to go all board game Nazi on us with that one. Lionel loved board games and became a little overzealous whenever we played. I refused to play Scattegories with him ever again; the man was all-out brutal.
Casey had disappeared while I was dressing, and I could only assume he was adding the finishing touches to his He-Man costume. Lionel was wearing a grey flight suit, which sported badges on its shoulders, and a pair of aviator sunglasses. According to Lionel, he was Iceman from Top Gun . He refused to be Tom Cruise because, as far as Lionel was concerned, the man needed a good dose of Ritalin.
I stepped back and checked my reflection in the dark glass of the oven sitting in the wall before me. Dressed as Wonder Woman, I had on tight, blue lycra shorts with silver stars on them that stopped an inch below my Bermuda Triangle. They were short, but hey, I was freaking Wonder Woman. The top was a strapless number that dropped like an upside down triangle to my navel, the lower half gold, the fabric over my breasts red. I had red knee high boots, a pretty gold head band that pulled my blonde hair away from my face, and silver wrist cuffs, one still sitting on my bed because it didn’t fit over the cast. It was a fantastic costume, I looked good, but my heart just wasn’t in it. I wanted to climb back into my jammies and sulk.
The front door burst open, and Casey sauntered through with a smug look on his face. Where the hell had he gone dressed like that? When Bradley followed in after him with a sullen look on his face, my mood rocketed from miserable to ecstatic in a heartbeat. Holy Spartan hotness, Wonder Woman. My blue lace thong wanted to melt right off my body.
Bradley was dressed as a gladiator, a heavy leather pleated skirt sitting low on his hips and hanging to mid-thigh, and oh how delicious those strong, muscular thighs were. His feet were covered in leather boots to his
“What the fuck did he do to her?” I growled.
“Ask Wiska. She’s embarrassed about it, but she would tell you if you asked . . . nicely. Now,” Casey backed away, “sorry about that. I went all He-Man on your ass.” He giggled. “Well, not on your ass, but, you know. Come on, Bradley, pretty please, with sexy, sparkly vampires on top, play Fancy Dress Friday with us . . . for Wiska?”
I sighed and glanced down at the bag. “Please tell me this isn’t a Battle Cat costume.”
Casey clapped his hands together with glee. “Not even close. Now hurry up before the ninety-year-old bat who lives across the hall pokes her head out the door to see what all the noise is about. With her Coke-bottle glasses, I doubt she’d see much, but I bet you a hand job she’d shuffle on out here and try to cop a feel.”
I scrunched my nose at Casey’s description of Lady Becket, who lived across the hall, but didn’t discount it. She was old as dirt, but I had already been on the receiving end of her wandering hands once. Twice was way too disturbing to even consider.
CHAPTER 6
Wiska
With my left hand, I unsteadily poured myself a glass of grape juice and watched Lionel set up cheese and crackers on the large, square coffee table in front of my sofa bed. My arm already itched beneath the rainbow cast I now wore. It was pretty, so, so pretty, but looking at it made me sad. This wouldn’t have happened if I had been at home; there were no swans in the vicinity of my apartment, and my stupid arm would be in one piece. If I hadn’t been stupid enough to date Kasper, I’d be home, my family would be talking to me, and my mom would be baking me brownies because I couldn’t get through a week without them. Much to my dismay, I had been through eight weeks without them, and I missed them so much. I forced away the tears that threatened to fall and took a sip of juice while I watched Lionel prepare the game we had purchased earlier in the day. Loaded Questions , surely there was little room for Lionel to go all board game Nazi on us with that one. Lionel loved board games and became a little overzealous whenever we played. I refused to play Scattegories with him ever again; the man was all-out brutal.
Casey had disappeared while I was dressing, and I could only assume he was adding the finishing touches to his He-Man costume. Lionel was wearing a grey flight suit, which sported badges on its shoulders, and a pair of aviator sunglasses. According to Lionel, he was Iceman from Top Gun . He refused to be Tom Cruise because, as far as Lionel was concerned, the man needed a good dose of Ritalin.
I stepped back and checked my reflection in the dark glass of the oven sitting in the wall before me. Dressed as Wonder Woman, I had on tight, blue lycra shorts with silver stars on them that stopped an inch below my Bermuda Triangle. They were short, but hey, I was freaking Wonder Woman. The top was a strapless number that dropped like an upside down triangle to my navel, the lower half gold, the fabric over my breasts red. I had red knee high boots, a pretty gold head band that pulled my blonde hair away from my face, and silver wrist cuffs, one still sitting on my bed because it didn’t fit over the cast. It was a fantastic costume, I looked good, but my heart just wasn’t in it. I wanted to climb back into my jammies and sulk.
The front door burst open, and Casey sauntered through with a smug look on his face. Where the hell had he gone dressed like that? When Bradley followed in after him with a sullen look on his face, my mood rocketed from miserable to ecstatic in a heartbeat. Holy Spartan hotness, Wonder Woman. My blue lace thong wanted to melt right off my body.
Bradley was dressed as a gladiator, a heavy leather pleated skirt sitting low on his hips and hanging to mid-thigh, and oh how delicious those strong, muscular thighs were. His feet were covered in leather boots to his
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