Page 72 of Kings & Chaos

“Foundational garments are a key part of every girl’s wardrobe,” I said. “Duh. Besides, you told me to have fun, remember?”

He scowled.

“What do you think?”

His gaze raked my body. “I… like the color.”

Was he sweating?

I smiled widely. “I like ittoo!”

“How many more of these… foundational garments do you have?” he asked.

“Just a couple.” I turned to go, then made a show of bending over to pick a stray tag up off the floor.

I took my time too, just to make sure he got an eyeful of ass.

I hoped he was having fun.

Back in the dressing room, I tried on a feathery lace balconette bra and panty set in a deep shade of raspberry. The bra was amazing, lifting my tits like magic without a bunch of padding, and the thong underwear barely covered the crack of my ass.

I made a mental note to buy new bras and underwear for real, just not ones that cost — I checked the tags and almost choked — $700 a pair.

Standing in front of Neo a few seconds later, it almost seemed worth the money.

He wasn’t even making a show of looking at his phone anymore, and the expression on his face was easily readable as lust.

“Isn’t this a pretty color?” I asked innocently.

It really was, the deep jewel tone contrasting with my pale hair and complimenting my skin tone.

Shoutout to self-tanner.

He glared at me. “Just tell me the truth, are you fucking with me here?”

I had to stifle the laughter that threatened to bubble out of my chest. “What? No! I have to have bras and underwear right? I can’t afford these ones, but I decided you were right. I need to have more fun. This is inspiring. I haven’t bought new underclothes in forever.” He seemed moderately pacified, and I turned around to show him the thong back of the underwear. “What do you think about the back. Too much? Too little?”

“It’s… good.”

His voice sounded almost strangled, and I glanced over my shoulder and felt the ends of my long hair brush the small of my back. “You don’t sound sure.”

He shifted on the couch. “I’m fucking sure, Jezebel. For fuck’s sake.”

“How are we doing he—” Hazel’s words were cut short when she saw that I was posing in my underwear.

For my brother.

I had to hand it to her though, she must see some weird shit in the dressing rooms, because a split second later her expression morphed from horror to carefully controlled pleasantry.

“What a lovely set,” she said.

“You think so?” I asked. Might as well have a few laughs with Hazel while we were funning it up. “I wasn’t sure, but my brother is the best when it comes to these things. I always ask for his input on myfoundational garments, isn’t that right, Neo?”

The sound that came out of his mouth wasn’t identifiable as a word.

More like a grunt.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” Hazel said, beating a hasty exit.

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