Page 10 of Left in the Dark

I giggle, shaking my head at her ridiculousness. “That obvious, huh?”

“Half the people in this town are blinded by their problems. I’m not one of them.” She looks at something over my shoulder, a smug smile curling her lips. “Hold on a minute.” She hurries away, returning a few beats later carrying a short, red dress. “Get this one. Zayne will love it.”

I touch the silky material, instantly in love with it. “There’s just one problem. I’m not going to the prom with Zayne.”

She gives me a look. “I have a feeling it won’t be Tim you end up with when the night is over.” She winks at me. “Try it on.” She puts a hand on my back, steering me toward the dressing room. “Send a picture to Zayne.”

“Freaking brat.” I give her a teasing smile, my mood buoyant. Excitement hums through my veins as I enter the dressing room, shed my clothing, and quickly put the dress on. “Callie. Are you out there?”

“Yup. Waiting to zip you.”

I open the door, and Callie’s eyes widen. “Damn, Delaney. You’re gorgeous.” She makes the pivot gesture with her finger, and I spin, gathering my hair over my shoulder so she can zip it.

When she’s finished, she grabs my shoulders and spins me to face her. “Here.” Squatting down, she hands me a box of shoes. “Put these on.” She pushes me toward the dressing room.

Once inside, I open the box, awe filling me at the sight of the silver strappy sandals. They’re going to look amazing with this dress.

Once I have them on, I stand in front of the mirror with my phone in my hand. After adjusting my cleavage and smoothing my hair, I pose and snap a few pictures.

I look through them, choose my favorite one, and text it to him. Biting my lip, I wait for his response.

My phone beeps about a minute later.

Z: Holy fuck, my lil minx. You look gorgeous. And sexy as fuck.

Me: Thank you. I’m glad you like it.

Z: I wish I were taking you to the prom.

ME: I wish you were, too. I dread going.

Z: Then don’t go.

ME: I have to. My asshole father told Tim I’d be his date.

Z: Fuck your dad. And Tim. Not literally, though. I’ll kill them both.

ME: You wouldn’t do that.

Z: Wanna bet?

ME: Stop it. You can’t.

Z: I’ll kill them and bend you over their dead bodies. Now tell me you want me to fuck you in that dress and come all over my cock.

Fuck. I love his filthy mouth.I bite my lip, feeling my femininity flutter out the door.Why does his demanding, bossy tone get me hot and bothered?

Z: Minx. Don’t make me show up there and force you to say it.

Me: You wouldn’t do that.

Z: Wouldn’t I?

I swallow hard, knowing the risks. Yet I’m turned on at the thought.

He wouldn’t, right?

CHAPTER 9

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