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He growled out his protest. "Our eyes only."
"That's what I thought," I said as we moved to look for the fitting rooms.
The sweet sales lady was more than happy to get me settled. Once she closed the door behind her, I pulled out the cute blue floral dress that Jackson had picked. It was soft and flowy, with a cinched waist.
As I eyed myself in the mirror, I realized that the guys would never let me wear it out without fighting everyone who looked too long. My breasts were poised high with my cleavage spilling out. It hugged my hips before hanging loosely around my legs.
"You okay in there?" Griff called.
"Yep," I answered as I opened the door and stepped out. Three slack jawed looks greeted me before Cy whistled. I barely held back a laugh as they adjusted themselves. The material swished out as I spun for them. "Does it look okay?"
"More than okay," Cy told me with a smirk. "We’re definitely buying it. But maybe it’s something just for us. A lake day at home, maybe?"
Did I call it? Yup.
"Okay, I'll try on the next one," I said, doing one more twirl before I disappeared.
Next up was a purple sun dress with spaghetti straps from Griff. It was cute and maybe just right for dancing. If it couldhold my girls in. Generally, I needed a bit more support than these flimsy straps.
The dress went on easily, but the straps did a slow inch down my shoulders. This wasn’t the one for tonight, but I was going to show them anyway.
This time they didn't catcall, but they were smiling as they took me in. It was crazy to have all their undivided attention like this. My heart was beating harder than it should, cheeks flushing.
"So?" I asked as I spun around again, needing a distraction from the tension rising in the air.
"I like it, but what's with the straps? Are they supposed to be off your shoulders?" Griff questioned as he cocked his head to the side. I barely stopped myself from laughing. They were adorable.
"No, but that’s something I can fix at home. Just not in time for tonight," I admitted. “It’s pretty, just needs a bit of alteration. It happens.”
His face fell a little but that didn't stop him from saying that we were getting it. It was like they were in a competition and couldn’t handle not being chosen in some capacity.
Alphas were so dramatic sometimes.
I moved back behind the curtain and picked up Cy’s choice.
It was my favorite of the three, not that I’d admit that out loud. The emerald green would go with my red hair well, and it was cute, but classy. It was an off the shoulder look and form fitting but not too revealing.
The moment it was on, I felt confident and sexy at the same time. This was definitely the winner for tonight. It had the length to be able to dance without flashing anyone, flowy but not too much, and the best part was it had chest support.
I didn't even want to try the one I picked on now. I could just live in this dress from now on.
"You guys ready?" I asked.
No answer. What the fuck? Did they leave me?
I walked out and my guys were swarmed with fans. Not just one or two, but at least ten. They were all vying for their attention, batting eyelashes and pushing their chest out.
The omega in me was rising, ready for a fight. Until I saw their smiles. It was the practiced fake one they used to charm the fans.
I could easily tell the difference now. The ones they sent my way were genuine. Not a show.
Shit, where did all of these girls even come from? How was I going to help my guys out of this?
The first thing I could think of was to let out a shrill whistle. That stopped all that chatter and the girls turned, immediately glaring at the sight of me.
"Ladies, if you want to talk with the Knockouts, you'll have to buy tickets like everyone else. They are here with me," I told them. It was polite, but firm. “This is a store.”
One of the girls closest to Jackson scoffed. "And why should we do that? What are you to them, bitch?"
