The Insiders (The Insiders Trilogy #1) - Tijan Page 0,118
the other like they’d been working together for years. One-word statements were apparently questions for the other, and somehow the word Now meant for Torie to switch up an entire outfit for me. Both looked, nodded, and approved, and they bent over to keep working.
That was just one example.
They were cool, and if I could be friends with them, I might have reached friendship paradise.
I was just getting done when Chrissy popped in. Her eyebrows shot through her forehead, and her mouth fell open. I rarely saw my mother speechless, but I was doing the same, looking at her.
“Mom.” I was choked up. “You look amazing.”
She wore a gold, glittering dress, her hair curled around her face. More glitter was in her hair, matching her diamond earrings and necklace.
“Where’d you get the jewelry?” I asked.
She was busy taking me in, but her hand went to her necklace. “Oh.” A small line formed in her forehead. “This was an old gift. I just haven’t worn it in forever.”
A gift? “From who?”
She shook her head, coming forward. “You look beautiful, Bailey.” She was awed, still looking at me from top to toe.
I was beginning to get uncomfortable—I mean, more than I already had been. I was at a good solid eight, and her compliment, mixed with the surprise, was putting me at a good cemented ten. A bit more and I was going to blow a gasket.
Nervous breakdown. Hospital room. I could only wish.
She began blinking rapidly, her hand wiping at the corner of an eye. “Oh, honey. You look just … just so beautiful.” Her throat was moving up and down, and she sniffled.
We were moving into the red zone of expressing feelings.
“Thanks, Mom.”
Torie and Tamara had been watching our exchange. I introduced them.
Chrissy nodded, giving both a smile. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m glad that Bailey had friends to call on for help with this stuff. We don’t…” She was blushing. Slightly. “We don’t do this that often in our other life.”
“Mom!” That came out louder than necessary.
“Have you eaten?”
Relief. “No.”
She was nodding, smiling. “I’ll get you something. Just something small?” She headed for the door. “Maybe something to drink as well?”
I was pretty sure the drink was for her.
I smoothed a hand down my dress. We were nearing five o’clock now, but I hadn’t looked at myself in the mirror. I was scared. What if I didn’t recognize her? What if this was the new person I was supposed to be from now on? What if—what if I didn’t measure up?
A new person came to the doorway, and I had no words.
All my thoughts about myself vanished. They upped and flew out of my head like a bird fluttering away.
I had no thoughts now.
I had no jokes even.
“Kash.” I could only murmur, moving toward him. “You look…”
A tuxedo that his shoulders filled out, cut in over his slim waist and hips, and I knew what was underneath that tux. My mouth was watering.
Kash was stunning on a daily basis, but him in a tuxedo? He was a goddamn weapon.
His eyes were locked on me, and the air sizzled. No joke. I felt steam in the air.
Might’ve been from my coffee.
He looked me up and down, and as his eyes darkened, I knew he liked what he was seeing, too. That had my blood on a good simmer, fast heading toward a boil, but I tried to settle down. I wouldn’t be able to get through this night if I just wanted to jump him every time he looked at me.
Snap out of it, Hayes!
Why my inner voice sounded like my seventh-grade gym teacher was something I’d never figure out, but I smiled. “You look hot.”
Someone snorted, but not me, and not Kash.
His eyes warmed and he took my hand. Bending down to my ear, his hand going to press lightly on my back, he pulled me against him, saying, “I want to strip this off and spend the rest of the night deep inside of you.”
Oh, dear Lord.
He chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to my cheek before whispering, “You look beautiful.” Then he bent, his mouth sliding and hovering over my mouth.
My breath. Gone. Again. He could do that in one look. Then he was nodding to me and the girls behind me. “I’ll be at the door.”
My whole insides were trembling.
Torie was shaking her head again. “Is he always like that?”
A weak and shaky laugh was my only response, and her eyes widened at that.