anything to the imagination. What the hell is she wearing to this shit? Kaden walks in and turns on the TV, watching out for something but I have no idea what, so I step into the closet and strip before pulling on the first dress. For the record, I totally would have stripped in the main room also … but I’m just not sure we’re there yet. You know, me naked with all four of them. Then again maybe we could be.
“This is the rehearsal—”
“Absolutely fucking not.” Kaden of all people has me snapping my head up as he looks at me with his eyes heated and jaw clenched. Blaine is laughing looking at Royce who is just staring at me with wide eyes that have a fascinating amount of lust and a horrified realization in them at the same time.
“I’m just not sure.” River smirks with amusement. “Could you turn around Sloane?” As I do Royce swears and leaves the room making me laugh even harder. To be fair, the dress is not only a couture dress but it’s literally a scrap of silk.
The pale lavender dress dips in the back down to the arch of my ass and the top has a lower V as well with two panels that tighten at the waist to flow out into a shorter skirt. The panels are held up with a diamond like halter strap that is a theme also echoed on the shoes she selected. It’s nothing I would ever wear but damn do my boobs look fantastic.
“I like it,” I tease Kaden.
He stands up and walks out leaving me with River who looks like he’s having the time of his life, and Blaine who can’t stop laughing. I walk back into the closet and hang it up before trying on the dress for the wedding, my brow going up again because, wow. It’s bright. Now, I’ve never been a bridesmaid before but I feel like this deserves some type of award frankly. The hot pink dress is tight from top to bottom with a thigh high slit and diamond straps. Like I said, diamonds were totally a theme here.
“Fuck you have a great body,” Blaine mumbles as River lets out a whistle. Kaden freezes in the doorjamb holding a beer and narrows his eyes at my dress as if the garment has done something wrong. Royce is a lost cause, he’s not even in the room anymore. I hum happily, loving their reaction and not bothering to hide my amusement as I go to change. My lips quirk up knowing that, of course, I need something tonight that will make an impact as well. Searching through the clothes I have, I find the perfect thing.
Shimmying on the white snakeskin skirt that’s high waisted and has a slit in it, despite being knee-length, I turn in the mirror looking at it approvingly before pulling out a silk top in a bright red color that’s cropped and will show off the slight tan I’m getting. I complete the outfit with white heeled sandals and walk out feeling good about myself.
“I give up,” Royce mutters, looking distressed.
“Come on boys,” I chime, “we have a poker game to get to.”
My biggest issue? I have no idea how to play poker.
Royce
One of two things is going to happen. I’m either going to kill every male in this room or I’m taking Sloane over my shoulder and leaving, consequences be damned. I don’t think I could hate anyone more than the bastard I’m planning to ruin but honestly, Kronin is coming in a close second. The happiness from earlier? Quickly fading as I sit at the poker table. Sloane stands behind me, her hands resting on my chair when I really want them on my shoulders. The others are spread throughout the room, Kaden with a beer in hand and keeping an eye on everything no doubt, while Alicia talks on and on to Blaine, his posture more tense as the minutes tick by. Then there’s River who is just doing whatever the hell it is that he does, looking amused when really the situation isn’t fucking funny. At all.
When it’s time to show our hand, I smile as I realize that I won the round, Sloane bouncing behind me slightly no doubt resisting the urge to say something adorable. I probably would have pulled her down on my lap if asshole one and two weren’t right fucking there. I arch a brow realizing how