Page 22 of Hacking His Code
What I wouldn’t give to slip her dress off instead.
“Dammit!” Ari frantically rubs at a makeup smear on her skirt. “It’s ruined.”
I look over at the racks full of clothing and a pile on the floor. “I wouldn’t worry. You have about fifty other dresses to choose from.”
“Sorry, I feel like I just wasted your money.”
“It’s hardly something you should apologize for. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard.”
“It’s great that my misfortune is something that brightened your day.”
“Let me go get the girls, and they’ll help you pick something else out.”
“Thanks…”
I exit the bathroom to find the glam trio raiding my fridge.
“While you ladies did a fabulous job of assisting Ari in getting ready, I’m afraid things got a little…out of hand in there, and you’re going to have to pick out a new dress.”
Their brows shoot up in unison.
“Out of hand?” Sam says.
I give her a wink and let them draw their own conclusion.
“Sure thing, boss,” Joey says.
“Oh, and this time try for more of a femme fatale vibe.”
Joey’s face contorts in confusion. “For…dinner…with your parents?”
“Make it sexy, but not too spicy.”
Arinessa
Neon, Purple, and Chestnut come back into the room with sly grins on their faces.
“Sorry about the dress,” I say sheepishly.
“I hope it was worth it,” Neon says with a wink.
I scrunch my brow in confusion. “Actually, it was pretty terrible. I ruined a nice dress that fit like a dream for—”
“Some hot as fuck sex on the vanity!” Purple pretends to hump Chestnut, who dons a mortified look on her face.
So that’s how Hunter spun it.
“Yeah, it was an intense twenty seconds,” I reply back, then turn away so they can’t catch me smiling.
Purple rummages through the racks, looking for another outfit.
Neon places her chin on Purple’s shoulder. “What screams femme fatale!”
Femme fatale? Oh, no—
“Uhhhh, I don’t think femme fatale is really appropriate for the occasion.”
“It’s what Hunter wants,” Chestnut says.
