because I wanted to wear it to model, but I thought the design was killer. It was a black halter lace teddy with a deep V cut that went way past my belly button. The whole back was gone, but the bottom was sexy boy shorts with just a bit of my ass almost, kinda showing, if at the right angle.
And I did like the shot, even if I didn’t want to be the model. It showed a lot of the gorgeous hotel room as I stood in front of a full-length mirror as if checking the lingerie fit. The shot showed the front and back that way since my hair was mostly swept over one shoulder so my back was visible.
I was supposed to be done then, but the hobgoblins wanted to branch out into super soft towels and linens that were perfect for fae material… And easy to make, giving more jobs to the ones we were rescuing.
And since I never denied the hobgoblins anything, I posed in nothing but a towel in the lavish bathroom before a super short bathrobe.
“I’m keeping the robe,” I told them when were done. “I love this.”
“I love I get priority when I order anything because I’ve taken the pictures for the co-op,” the photographer added, his voice amused. “Let’s get you in the first professional outfit and downstairs.”
I nodded and they let me change in the bathroom. This part was easy; two styles of suits and one Friday, business casual-type outfit. I liked them all. Done and done.
“And we’ve got idiots starting a boycott,” Mel announced just as we finished the last pictures in the resort’s business center.
“They are so predictable that you almost feel bad for crushing them,” I grumbled, shaking my head. “Did they at least come up with anything interesting for the hashtags?” I sighed when she flinched. “What?”
“One of them is #slutownerboycott and another #instawhoreresign. The rest we expected; #boycottcherrywood, #staynomorecherrywood, and #cherrywooddownhillspiral.”
“That really is the best they could come up with? So clever,” I mocked. We’d come up with better when we were looking at doing this from all angles and what might happen. “Does that much hate and anger give them brain damage?”
She snorted. “That’s good. I like that. I think the humans could use that with all the shit they have too.”
I held up my hand to hold her off. “We have enough of our own shit. Don’t add to my need to fight every righteous fight.”
“Yeah, good fucking point,” she grumbled. “You good?”
I snorted, pretending to wipe fake tears. “They called me a slut and whore on social media. What will I ever do? I’m crushed.”
“Clearly,” she drawled. “Let’s wrap up and bounce. The hobgoblins aren’t happy you have to deal with this shit and have a spread they’re sending over from your bakery.”
I sighed. “I swear they agreed to open Goblin Goodies just to fucking feed me.”
“You poor, poor thing. I mean, talk about abused and—”
“Shut up,” I chuckled. “I wasn’t bitching. I just want them to be happy and not feel so… Indentured. It’s weird, Mel. It’s over the top and I feel like I’m always taking advantage, like an old caste system and I’m lord of them all. I love being spoiled, but they don’t always have to—”
“I get it.” She nodded when I shot her a look. “I do. I get some of it too as your right hand and main protector. My family is getting showered with treats and stuff too. They love it, but it is a bit much and awkward.”
Well, at least it wasn’t only me who felt that way. I had assumed it was just because I was new to being a supe, but if the Rothchilds felt it too, then it was too much. Then again, Irma had said it was over the top of normal because the hobgoblins had two decades of being treated horribly, and we adored them.
It made sense.
The shit really hit the fan after I changed into the clothes I had arrived in, and we were all done.
Zack came jogging over to me with a grim look. “We need to move. Now.” He handed over Mel’s tablet, and I saw the comment that upset him.
“Hey, Underground, didn’t you want to nab that whore? You know where she is, so go get her so we don’t have to fucking deal with her shit anymore. Do you need the address of the hotel? Please, please, go right ahead and do your thing.”
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