Page 112 of Shattered

“Here, try this one on?” Kristin handed her a black lace set that left little to the imagination.

Sam groaned in embarrassment as she stalked off to the dressing room.

It had a tie over the breast cup that, when undone, caused it to pop open, revealing her nipple inside. The bottom piece wasn’t a bottom at all. It looped around her ass on the sides, leaving her completely bare. She then realized the purpose of this particular piece was that it was left on during the main event.

“Can I see?” Kristin called out from the other side of the door.

“No you cannot see!” Sam immediately tried to cover herself, afraid Kristin would somehow burst the door open any minute. “It literally doesn’t cover anything. Everything is on display.”

“Does it fit?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s perfect!” Kristin called out and then informed the sales lady she wanted one in each color and to go ahead and grab the other similar sets in Sam’s size as well.

By the time Sam made it out of the dressing room, fully clothed, Kristin was paying the massive bill that was more than Sam’s half of the monthly rent.

“Kristin!”

“Listen. I am not taking no for an answer, okay? And if you absolutely hate them, then just give them back to me. I’m sure Micah won’t mind.” Kristin winked.

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They had food in hand and were walking up to the booth when Sam stopped in her tracks. Callum was working on a woman’s ankle and another, she assumed the woman’s friend, was standing over them, inspecting the work.

It wasn’t the fact that he was working on another woman, but the fact that the friend had her hand placed on Callum’s shoulder and continued to lean down and whisper things in his ear. At one point, she even reached back to twist a tendril of his hair in her hands.

Sam had never been so mad.

“He keeps shrugging her off,” Kristin said from beside Sam.

“What?”

“I see what made you stop, but look at Callum,” Kristin urged.

She was right.

Every few seconds, Callum would adjust his position, thus causing the woman's hand to fall from him.

“Don’t let your head go somewhere it doesn’t need to go.”

“I don’t like this.”

“Sam. He’s brushing her off. He’s just trying to be professional.”

“No, not that,” Sam quickly amended. “I don’t like how pissed I just got. For a second there, I had an image in my head of walking right up to her and punching her in the face, all because she touched a guy I’m not even dating.”

Kristin laughed then.

“Hormones are a funny thing.”

Sam gave her the side eye.

“And I'm pretty sure y’all are dating, even if you haven’t given it the label yet.”

Ignoring that until she talked more about it with Callum, Sam asked, “What should I do?”

“Walk up to your man and give him a kiss.”

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