Page 221 of Sweet Temptation

“That is not true,” she said. But she was full of it. She eyed me, possibly realizing I was right.

Because I was right.

She might think she wanted a man who’d play her way, get onboard with her matchy-matchy costume idea, but she’d never respect that man in the morning.

“You want a guy to dress up in matching costumes with you,” I said, “why don’t you call Jewel over? I’m sure he’d be game.”

Summer’s eyes narrowed.

Yeah, so I was kinda jealous that she’d told me she slept with her friend Jewel in the past… the skinny jeans wearing and latte sipping massage therapist with the belly button piercing who was always giving her free massages.

Carissa seemed to be edging toward the door, in case this was about to get ugly.

“Carissa, don’t leave,” Summer ordered. Carissa stopped in her tracks, and Summer rolled her eyes at me. “Fine,” she said. “But you do not have to bring Jewel into this.”

I grinned. Fuck, I loved winning fights with her.

“But you leave me no choice,” she said. “You get the consolation costume.”

“Huh?”

“If you won’t be Sam—”

“I won’t.”

“Then you get the bunny.”

“Please tell me that’s code,” I said. “For some kinda kinky sex thing.”

“Nope,” Carissa said, digging something out of a bag on the floor. It was fluffy and white. Looked a hell of a lot like… bunny parts.

Ears. I definitely saw bunny ears.

Summer took the ears from Carissa, leaving her holding what looked like a puffy tail.

“It’s the only costume I have left,” Summer lied, giving me a fake-innocent look. She held the ears up in front of me.

They were white and fuzzy, with pink satin insides, on a glittery gold headband, and looked like they were meant for a little girl. They appeared to be adult sized, though.

When I made no move to take them, she thrust them at me. “Put them on.”

I studied her for a moment, considering my options here.

“Do not be a party pooper, Ronan,” she warned me. “I hate party poopers.”

I took the ears and put them on. Mostly because she probably thought I wouldn’t.

Carissa gasped. “He’s wearing them!”

“Of course he is.” Summer smirked. “He knows he can’t show up at my Halloween party without a costume. I won’t allow it.”

“No fucking way I’m putting on that tail,” I informed them, as Carissa held up the puff ball.

Summer thrust out her hand to Carissa, like a surgeon demanding a scalpel, her eyes locked on mine. “Hand me the bowtie.”

Carissa dug in the bag and produced another fuzzy white thing, draping it over Summer’s hand.

“It’s either the tail,” she informed me, “or the bowtie.” She held it out to me. It was fuzzy and white, on a glittery gold strap that matched the headband.

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