Page 92 of Savage Ruin
“Tilt up.”
“Straight forward but look up.”
“Turn a little to the left.”
“Now a little to the right.”
“Close your lids.”
“Suck in your cheeks.”
“Ok, pucker those lips.”
He steps back for a second. “Gorgeous. Damn, I’m good. Okay. Your hair is halfway dry. Let’s smooth this gel-cream mix on it.” His hands spread the mixture on my hair, then he uses a wide-tooth comb to part it on the side and comb it back. He tucks and smooths little pieces around my hairline. “Done!”
I grab the mirror to check it out while he gets the clothes from the closet. My bright pink hair is darker looking, and the slicked back style, with the deep side part, gives off a rocker vibe. “It’s sexy!”
“Of course. Put this on. I’m going to the bathroom to get dressed. Don’t touch anything,” he warns me with a threatening look in his eye.
I slip into the black leather shorts. They tie around the waist and have a ruffle on top. I twist and look at the back. Thankfully, they’re not too short.
The flower embroidered corset top is edged in gold, making the whole thing shimmer in the light. When I hold it up, I realize the eye hooks are in the front. Wrapping it around, I quickly get it on.
The short, cropped jacket matches the top. I slip it on.
Who knew shorts could look dressy? I turn side to side, admiring the entire look. The best part—it’s comfortable! I grin.
“Turn around,” Peyton orders from the bathroom door.
I twirl for him. “Can I wear shorts to every event?”
He hands me a pair of heels with wrap around ties. “No.”
I put them on and twirl again.
“Perfect,” he remarks, kissing his fingertips.
He’s dressed in a sharp black suit with his pink hair slicked back like mine.
“Perfect,” I mimic, kissing my fingertips. “Seriously, you look hot. Is your guy coming to the party?”
“He’s meeting us there,” Peyton replies with a final look in the mirror. “Let’s go!”
I take his arm, and we head toward the living room.
Grayson, Thiago, and Mateo are waiting for us in the foyer, and when we round the corner, all talking ceases.
And I forget how to breathe.
Thiago’s fierce in an all-black suit.
Mateo is sexy in dark jeans, a black t-shirt, and black sport coat.
Grayson’s impeccably dressed in a dark navy suit with a crisp white button-down shirt.
Inhaling, I immediately whistle. “I’m one lucky woman.”
“Mateo looks sexy,” Peyton whispers to me.
