Chaos & the Geek (Grace Grayson Security #1) - Elizabeth Stevens Page 0,36
big strapping dates? Yes please.” She grunted in a way that reminded me she wasn’t just what this shop made her look. “God, Tank in a tux.”
“Keep it in your pants, woman,” I laughed. “It’s Amber appreciation night. I promise I’ll send him in here under some pretence sometime next week. Your choice of outfit.”
She shot me a devilish grin and turned to Amber. “What size are you, love?” she asked as she led Amber over to the racks of dresses.
I dropped into one of the curtesy chairs they had around the place for just this purpose. Although, I’d never brought a woman in here who wasn’t a client. And usually it was me getting fitted for something.
My tension melted away as I watched Petra’s natural charm win Amber over. Soon the two of them were laughing like they’d known each other for years. But Petra was just like that. Much like the Grace Grayson team, Petra was hardened on the inside and shiny on the outside. I would never have gone so far as to describe her as a shiny turd – Rollie yes, Petra no – but she was adept at only showing the necessary parts of her personality.
I checked my phone as I watched them, looking over emails, catching up on the news.
“You have to be shitting me!” Amber yelled and I looked up. She was staring at me accusingly. “You are not spending this much money on a dress for me!”
“I am. Pick something.” I smiled as she opened and closed her mouth a couple of times. “Do you want me to get Hawk here to pick for you?” I could see just how tempting an idea she found that.
She turned to Petra. “So, uh… You said the navy one would look nice?” I heard her say.
They took a few off the rack and Petra took her to the fitting rooms to do her thing. I took care of a few business details while I waited, ignoring how weird it felt to be at the boutique in my casual gear.
After a while, I heard Petra saying, “See, it drapes so nicely on you here.”
I looked up and was out of my seat before I’d managed to scoop my chin off the floor.
Amber’s hair hung in waves down her back. I hadn’t realised that morning how long it was. But the dress. It was a dark navy blue. The back was just three strands of ribbon keeping the front to her body. The skirt hung in swathes of fabric, hugging her hips and tumbling elegantly to the ground. As she turned, I saw there was a split in the fabric up to her mid-thigh and Petra had paired it with some nude heels.
She looked amazing and my breath was completely knocked out of me. Don’t get me wrong, there was nothing wrong with the oversized jumpers and the jeans. Amber had a way of pulling those off with that sweet geeky-chic that gave new meaning to the term sexy librarian. But there was something about the look of complete confidence on her face.
I’d never seen her look that confident and it blew me away.
9
Amber
“Fuck me,” I heard the indrawn breath and spun around.
Honestly, the sentiment was echoing rather loudly up in my brain at the sight of him. But then, it always did.
His gaze travelled up my body slowly until his eyes caught mine and he was looking at me like he saw me as a woman in my own right, not just his best friend’s weirdo little sister. It didn’t matter that I’d just had a run-in with Dannie and Brent. It didn’t matter that Kit was going to remember I was Patrick’s baby sister any minute now. It didn’t matter I was a virgin who’d never even given herself an orgasm.
The woman who’d looked back at me in the mirror was full of confidence and she looked amazing. Looking at her, I could almost pretend I was the sort of woman Kit liked to have on his arm; tall, leggy, exotic, stunning. I could even almost pretend I had a dirty streak to rival the stories about him.
“Well the navy it is, then,” I said, turning back to the mirror. I could still see Kit in the reflection and he didn’t look like he was going anywhere.
“Chaos knows his dresses, love,” Petra whispered to me, with a wide knowing smile.
I didn’t know why that made something in me fall. I knew Kit’s reputation probably better