Page 88 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
She holds her hands up and takes a step back. “You have ten minutes.”
When she shuts the door, I peel my sopping wet shirt over my head and shimmy out of my shorts and underwear. I wasn’t wearing a bra since I was home and those contraptions are only acceptable to wear when in public.
After a thorough washing and quick shave, I shut the water off. Evelyn bursts into the room seconds before I start to dry myself off. She blatantly stares at my naked body. I send a quick thanks to the inventor of tampons and Brazilian waxes, because honestly it could be worse.
If my cycle bothers her at all, she doesn’t let it show. She tosses a set of skimpy underwear on the counter and points to my robe. “Two minutes.”
“Yes, master.”
“Sarcasm is unbecoming, Demi.”
I roll my eyes and finish drying myself off. I’ve barely gotten my robe tied when she shoves behind me and starts brushing out my hair.
“I can do this,” I begin to tell her.
The death glare she gives me in the mirror is enough to shut me up. Thirty minutes later my hair is blown out and my makeup is smoky and contoured, highlighting my strong cheekbones. Evelyn treats me like a Barbie doll throughout the entire process, shoving me into the revealing emerald dress she bought me and buckling a set of gorgeous black heels around my ankles. She spins me around so I can look at myself. My jaw drops open because holy hell. Expensive clothes and makeup have transformed me to a full-fledged goddess.
“Good, you look perfect.”
It’s the most she’s said to me—outside of threatening me with time—and I beam at her in the full-length mirror.
She quirks an eyebrow. “Careful, Demi. I might think you’re enjoying yourself.”
I shake my head and turn to face her. “Despite you violating every boundary I have, I am having fun. I look amazing, Evelyn, seriously you’re a magician.”
“Trust me, the canvas matters the most. I just added some flourish.”
“Either way, thank you.” I chew on my lip, remembering why I’m dressed up. “Do you know where I’m going?”
“Mateo didn’t say.” She shrugs and tosses her hair back. “I’m supposed to bring you to the car. Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” I murmur and take one last look at myself in the mirror. I really do look amazing. Mateo’s going to shit himself.
Can vampires shit?
A question for another day, Demi.
Woman up and drive Mateo wild.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Demi
One good thing about agreeing to go with Mateo? Colt and Grayson are coming with us. There’s no keeping the smile off my face when I see them waiting beside the car with Mateo.
The three vampires stop mid-discussion, turning their heads in creepy unison and taking their sweet time eye fucking me. A nice push-up bra has my breasts nicely on display. The dress is tight and flattering. I look damn good.
That’s right, blood suckers, eat your hearts out.
Evelyn makes a noise bordering on a smug laugh. “Teach them a lesson, Demi.”
“What lesson is that?” I whisper to her, hoping they won’t hear.
“Women aren’t to be fucked with. They all need to be knocked down a peg or two, cocky bastards.”
Stopping mid stride, I grab her arm and turn her toward me. Her brown eyes light with interest.
“I think I misjudged you, Evelyn. I’m sorry for being an asshole.”
