The Lure of the Devil (The Demons' Muse #4) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,137

dresses and leisurely made his way towards my closet. "The shirt is basically see-through. It's also my favorite choice."

I just pointed at him. "And you're going like that?" Because he was wearing the standard jeans and T-shirt of every college guy in the world.

"Was there something you'd rather see me in?"

"Yeah," I said. "I think your shirt needs to be at least three times tighter if you want to be seen with this." I gestured to the sexy outfit left on the bed.

Luke said nothing while he hung the two dresses in Nick's closet, but when he turned back to me, the look on his face could only be described as devious. "I can do that. I'll make you a deal."

I groaned. "Why do I have a feeling this isn't going to work out well for me?"

"I'll dress like I'm trying to get laid, but only if you agree to keep the other women away from me." He lifted one brow. "In case you missed it, that means you're going to be the one hanging all over me."

"Oh, you need me to make sure that you don't accidentally cheat on Ron? Yeah, I can do that." I rolled my eyes at the foolishness of that and flipped my hand, shooing him out of the room. "Unless you want to start the groping early, get out. I can't get dressed with you in here."

Luke went, but he took his time about doing it. Just as he walked past me, he looked over and said, "I figured after the window incident, you wouldn't have any problems."

Then he left, closing the door behind him. I was left standing there with my mouth hanging open. Had he seen something? Did Nick tell him? And the even bigger question - the one I didn't want to admit to myself - was which one I was hoping was true. The sad truth was that the idea of Luke watching Nick and I go at it sounded kinda hot.

But I wouldn't think about that right now. Dropping my towel on the floor, I rummaged through my drawers and found my favorite little black bra. That, I pulled on, along with a very skimpy pair of thong panties. My official reason was that I didn't want to have panty lines when wearing that skirt. What I would never admit was that I hoped whoever took off my skirt enjoyed the view.

When I was finally dressed to my satisfaction - and feeling only slightly naked, regardless of the fact that everything important was covered - I made my way downstairs. None of the guys had left yet, and like always, they were waiting in the living room. Timidly, listening to my thigh-high stiletto boots click on the hall floor, I made my way towards them. Just before I rounded the corner, I had to pause to get my courage up.

My shirt had long sleeves with a V-neck that was cut down to my sternum. The fabric was only slightly thicker than mesh, and my skin was clearly visible beneath. The bra I had on was an adorable black one with little rhinestones across the tops of the cups. It covered more than some bikinis I owned. My skirt was made of some spandex-like material that clearly had some cotton in it. It was black, sheer, and exposed every dimple in my body beneath it. But from the bottom of it to the top of my boots was no more than a hand span of skin, so why did I feel like I was revealing so much?

And what would the guys think about my new look?

Pulling in a deep breath, I lifted my chin and walked into the living room. Luke saw me first, and his lips immediately curled into a smile. He tapped Ron beside him, who looked up. His mouth fell open in surprise, but it looked to be the good kind. Nick and Sam were sitting on the couch with their backs to me, but turned when they saw Ron's reaction. The smiles on their faces made it obvious that they were thinking about how to get me out of this outfit rather than telling me how good it looked on.

Then there was Bel. He didn't smile, didn't gape, and didn't say anything at all. His dark eyes simply made their way from my head all the way down to my toes and then back up, as if drinking me in. While all of their reactions were