Page 14 of Emily: Hello Kitten

“Well, you toldhimno, right?” Danielle asks. “It’s not like he can find out where the wedding is.”

I freeze, half in the next dress. Would he do something like that? Just somehow show up at the venue? “He’s not coming.”

“But a bit of trouble just makes it hotter!” Danielle disagrees.

Beth and I groan. The trouble, the sneaking around will make it so much hotter. But it seems even I have limits as I don’t want to get him fired.

I slide into one of the changing rooms as Beth and Danielle keep chatting about relationships. I change into a blue dress that pushes my breasts up but comes down to my knees. It’s not totally inappropriate for a wedding, but it’s not the one.

If I’d been made a bridesmaid, I wouldn’t be shopping right now. I huff and almost stomp my foot before I picture Adrian. His intense stare, the threat about being spanked along with the reminder to eat and drink water to calm the hangover.

The asshole can’t be sweet and a Dom. It’s not allowed. It makes him just better than any previous guy I’ve been with so that I can’t forget him.

I rub my forehead and take the dress off.

“This is a mess,” I admit.

“One that you caused,” Beth reminds. “You could have justnottexted him.”

“He texted me first,” I counter, and she rolls her eyes. Why can’t she just believe me? Why is she making me into the bad guy here?

“So, you spent all night with him and didn’t touch him?” Danielle asks.

“We’re in a public place. Let’s keep the voices down,” Beth grumbles as I giggle.

I pull on a cute dress. It doesn’t hide the swell of my breasts, but it shows some thigh. It’s got a puffy skirt but has a gorgeous dark blue and white pattern on it. I love the swirls, the way the sleeves fall over my arms, and how easily I can match shoes and a purse to it.

I step out and Danielle nods. “It’s so cute!”

“Didn’t your sister write beside the dress code that you should wear something that goes over your knees and covers your cleavage?” Beth asks.

“If she’s focused on me and not her wedding, that’s on her. This is cute without being too much, and she can’t have it all,” I point out.

“For now. Until your mystery date gets his hands on you and tears the front,” Danielle teases.

“I don’t have a date,” I grit, and she hurries off to shop for herself, and Beth shoves me back into the changing room. She keeps her voice to a low hiss. “You really told him no?”

I shrug. “I didn’t invite him, but it won’t surprise me if he just shows up.”

Her brows draw together as confusion edges on her features. “Just don’t tell him anything and don’t text him.”

My jaw tenses as I nod and change into my own clothes. Her gaze stays on me, and I peek up in the mirror, meeting her eyes.

I have no idea what she sees as her lips part and she says, “Holy shit, you like him.”

“I barely remember anything but sex,” I dismiss.

Based on Beth’s stare, I don’t do a good job. She knows me better than anyone. “What was the line, Emily?”

“I didn’t cross a line last night.”

“What did he say that won you over the first time around?” she demands.

I suck my bottom lip. “I have no idea. I don’t know why I can’t just forget him.”

She grips her hair. “You’re screwed.”

“Nothing will happen. I have some backbone.”

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