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“Holy shit,” she breathes. “You look…just wow.”
My cheeks flush with the compliment. “Thank you.” I smile. “You look…
wow yourself.” And she does. Her floor-length, Emerald colored dress wraps
around her tiny body and pools at the floor. The top part, above her breasts,
is made of a chiffon-type material that’s cut into a halter neck and reveals
her creamy skin beneath it. Her make-up is a little darker, a smoky-eye affect
around the eyes and a pink blush on her cheeks. Add her perfectly straight
bob and she looks like she just stepped out of the fashion pages of Vogue
magazine. “Did you leave the underwear like I said?” she asks matter-of-factly. If it was anyone else I’d think they were joking. But it’s Quinn. She never
jokes about looking your best. Feeling slightly embarrassed, I duck my head
but nod. I’m afraid that if I talk about my lack of underwear, I won’t be able
to stop thinking about it, which will most likely lead to me embarrassing myself. It’s much safer to just remain tight-lipped about my ‘Commando’ status
until we get back home and I’m alone. “Kyler is going to flip.” she adds, grinning wickedly. I didn’t tell her about what happened in his office yesterday. I
decided it wasn’t worth talking about, and I didn’t want to explain to her why
I was so upset, especially when I can’t explain it to myself.
“Seriously, Quinn?” I admonish a little too harshly. “Why can’t you just let
that go?” I slip past her through the bathroom door and take a seat on my
bed. I slip my feet into my black stiletto heels and stand, making sure there
are no creases in my dress. “I can’t just let it go,” she replies, leaning against
the doorjamb.
“Every time I’ve walked into your office this past week, the sexual tension
between the two of you even made me horny. I have no idea how you got
anything done with him being so close. And I just can’t get past the way he
looks at you, like he wants to eat you for breakfast, dinner and dessert.”
I scoff, rolling my eyes for dramatic effect. “He does not want to eat me.
That’s ridiculous. He’s my boss.” And I caught him doing only God knows
what in his office yesterday with another woman. Quinn’s eyebrows lift.
“So?” she quips. I frown. Before we can discuss the issue further, there’s a
knock at the front door and Quinn bounds down the hallway to answer. I
hear her voice, joined by Jarred’s and Drew’s, and grab my clutch purse. I take
another calming breath, once again filling my body with false confidence. I
can do this I tell myself. My insecurities have chosen the worst possible time
to make themselves heard. I have every reason to believe that I won’t fit in
with the kind of people Quinn and Jarred, and most likely Drew, are used
to rubbing shoulders with. My family doesn’t have good breeding, or class
for that matter, and certainly lacks the financial credentials to associate with
people in these circles. But if I’m good at one thing, it’s faking it. It’s the only
way I’ve been able to make something more of myself.
The chatter in the kitchen grows louder as I make my way down the hallway.
Quinn, Jarred and Drew have started the festivities a little early, their champagne flutes lifted in a toast.
Drew looks handsome in his tailored black suit. It hugs him perfectly, showing off a lean but muscular body underneath. His black hair is gelled back;
a classic yet modern style used in men’s fashion magazines. He could easily
pass as a model, he really is that handsome. But none of that changes the fact
that he’s an asshat.
The three of them ‘clink’ their glasses, laughing at something Jarred said, and
when Quinn’s eyes fall on me, Drew spins around. His mouth lifts into a
boyish grin. “Wow,” he breathes. “Cassey, you look incredible.” Again, I blush
with the unexpected compliment. He’s kissing ass, but I won’t point it out.
“Thank