Page 29 of The Prospect

I stay still for a moment, assessing her from behind before finally, she speaks up, “Am I good?”

I clear my throat, shaking myself out of it. “You’re good,” I tell her, prompting her to turn around and smile up at me through those long lashes.

“So?” She raises his arms to the side and steps back so that she can be in full view. “What do you think? Is it too much?”

Too much?

Christ.

It’s more than I was expecting in the best way possible.

The dress is a simple;black, with a flowing skirt that stops above her knees. It’s a modest length that just teases the high of her thighs yet…Jesus.

Why am I thinking about her like this?

God dammit, Green.

I can’t stop.

The way the dress sinches around her waist and sits low along her neckline, revealing the faintest bit of cleavage, is downright sending me back to that vision of her in the closet.

What has gotten into me?

“You don’t like it…” Hazel’s face falls flat as she turns on her heel and scurries back toward the closet. “I knew you wouldn’t?—”

“No.” I stop her, reaching for her wrist as she completely misreads my silence for distaste. There’s nothing distasteful about this. “That’s not it. Not at all, Haze.”

“Then what?” Hazel looks up at me. “Why aren’t you saying anything?

“I just…” I rub along my mouth, trying to find the words. They hit me. “It’s just in that dress, Hazel, you’ve got my attention.”

TEN

H A Z E L

Today’s the day.

The day Green and I officially commence the plan. Today’s goal is simple. Green needs to catch the attention of Amira, and I need to catch the attention of Hart.

The only suitable location for both parties to be present? Crawfield’s stadium.

I had to practically beg Amira to join me in attending today’s game. I guess after all this time, I finally understand how she feels when she asks me to go to parties.

“It’s going to be cold though,”she protested.

“So? Bring a blanket.”

“But what do I even wear?”

“I have a shirt for you, don’t worry.”

“Are the chairs made of like…cheap plastic?”

Christ, she nearly did my head in, but after much persistence and reassurance, somehow, someway, the two of us have made it to the stands where we both sit in patient anticipation for today’s game to begin.

My teeth chatter as I press my thighs together and wrap my jacket around me for warmth. I wore the dress, hell, hopefullyit’s not only going to be the turning point in today’s plan, but the thing that makes Hart turn his head in my direction.

“Can you quiet down for a second?” Amira asks as she sits to my right. “I’m trying to film a story for Instagram.”

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