Page 201 of Seeds of Malice

She obeys.

Avery slides onto the seat next to me. She holds out her mimosa, beaming. "We're finally sisters."

Pride fills me. I did it. I got into the best of the best. I made Dax proud, and now I have a sisterhood for life. Sisters who are going to help me achieve things I never could have achieved without their help.

Dax is going to propose to me at Christmas!

Avery clinks my glass again, and I drink half of it, suddenly really thirsty. When I set the flute down, I start to laugh.

Avery slides her hand on my thigh, rubbing her thumb underneath the hem of my dress. "What's so funny?"

Tingles burst underneath her touch.

Lilly leans closer, and their intoxicating perfume flares around me.

I giggle harder, and tears start to run down my eyes.

Lilly giggles, too, and puts her hand on my other thigh.

I glance down and then at Lilly. She laughs harder.

I don't know what's funny or why I can't stop laughing, but zings fly to my core. I squeeze my thighs and shift in my seat, trying to get ahold of myself. Then I turn to Avery and start to crack up again.

She moves her hand higher on my thigh and giggles.

"What are you guys laughing about?" Dax booms, walking into the room.

I turn my head.

He steps behind me and snarls, "Get your hands off her!"

My giggles stop. My face falls. I arch my eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He bends down and kisses me.

Lilly moves her hand.

Avery moves hers even higher on my inner thigh. "Why are you being such a downer, Dax?"

"I said to get your hands off of her," he seethes.

I scoot my chair out, rise, and stumble.

"Wow, baby girl. How much have you had?" he questions.

I slide my hands around his neck, giggling, "I'm so glad to see you."

Concern darkens his expression. He palms my ass and tugs me closer to him.

I kiss him as hard as I can. Then I slur, "Maybe we should have some more fun." I look around the room and then catch Avery's eye.

Bobby walks in and slides his hand on my back. "Hey, Ivy."

"Hey, Bobby," I reply, then my giggles hit me again.

Dax's eyes narrow. "You're drunk."

"No, I'm not," I claim, laughing harder. I've not had that much to drink. My tolerance has grown way higher than this, so I can't be drunk. I add, "I'm just excited about this occasion."

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