Page 85 of Ruling Scar
Isolde’s face creases. “What about your boyfriend?”
“My fake boyfriend.” There’s nothing stopping me from visiting a sex club and I want to go. I don’t think it’s my vibe, but it’s time to add to my experiences.
“You honestly think Elijah’s going to be okay with that?” Ren asks, leaning a hand on a steel worktable.
“It doesn’t matter.” He made it very obvious we’re not attached at the hip and it’ll be nice to have Saturday night plans for once.
Ren doesn’t look so sure about it, though.
Luckily Isoldes all for it. “Come on.” Her hands are in her hoodie pockets, but she lifts her elbows up to further emphasize her willingness. “Let’s all go with you. Better safe than sorry.”
“Better safe than sorry? Who the hell are you meeting?” I ask Ren.
“That’s part of the problem,” Isolde says. “She won’t say.”
“You sure this isn’t just about a hookup?” I ask.
“I’m positive.” Ren’s face implies there will be no further questions. “But fine you two nosy motherfuckers are welcome to come. You’ve got a black dress?”
I straighten. “Is it one of those fancy sex clubs?”
Elijah wasn’t happy when I went home after Isolde’s party. I didn’t care.
I got in a black SUV and zoned out during the drive back home. Instead of fixating on the disaster from the night before, I had my upcoming adventure to focus on.
I’m in a pair of jeans when I arrive at Isolde’s the next night. I couldn’t exactly walk out of my house in a ballgown without fielding at least a few questions.
Isolde’s got a big apartment that’s surprisingly airy and light considering how down-to-earth she is. She opens the front door with a welcoming smile.
“You’re wearing a tux?” She looks fucking good and I’m not surprised. Now that I think about it, I can’t imagine her in a dress.
Ren on the other hand makes me gasp.
“Holy fuck.”
She blushes. Actually blushes.
“Your hair!” It’s down like normal, but instead of straight, there’s a gorgeous 1960s bombshell wave to it. One side is pinned back with a decorative jewel but the real stunner is the dress.
It’s skintight, the scoop neck showing a tasteful amount of décolletage and the back dips to a scandalous degree.
“You’re fucking hot,” I tell her.
“That’s what I keep saying.” Isolde smirks. “But I keep telling her that’s going to be hard to bunch around the waist.”
“Well obviously her date will take his time, taking it off her,” I reply.
“I’m not going there for sex.” Ren annunciates each word.
“Good thing, there’s no shame in going to watch others have sex,” Isolde says.
My lips part slightly and Ren catches it. A blush sweeps my face when she laughs.
“Don’t worry.” She gives me a side hug. “We will not leave you unattended.”
Isolde coughs. “Unless you want to be.”
They help me get dressed into my black ballgown which makes me feel like a princess. It’s nowhere near as sexy as Ren’s and I opt for black sneakers instead of stilettos.
