Without another word, I turn away from him. My heart pounds hard as I walk upstairs and I’m faintly aware of Tylin trailing after me.
I make it to the second set of stairs, so close to Jameson’s room but so far away. The front door opens quietly, but the glaring look Rory gives me says a thousand words before he ever speaks.
His gaze travels down my short dress. It’s so small it takes the man no time at all to really get a look at the thing.
“Okay. This is just fucking ridiculous. She’s just trying to distract us now,” Rory all but pouts to Tylin.
Jameson and Mason appear as if Rory’s anger summoned them.
Jameson’s smile is all-approving and suddenly, I know I look sluttier than I originally thought.
“It’s for the event next week,” I explain in a quiet voice.
Tylin takes a step closer, his hand resting on the curving railing just near mine.
“You can’t wear that to the event. It’s entirely too slutty,” Tylin says with a disapproving shake of his head, his words echoing my own thoughts.
My lips part with silent outrage. The material is so tight against my chest I have to heave out a breath.
“You fucking gave this to me and told me it was for the event, Tylin.”
“No. No, I didn’t. You assumed it was for the event.”
“Then what the fuck is it for?” My hair sways against my back as my jaw clenches tightly closed.
“I bought it. I thought you’d like it.” Jameson raises his hand as if this is a classroom and he’s the star fucking pupil.
“He checked your jean size and everything. You should try to be a little more appreciative,” Tylin says with that gleaming amusement in his dark eyes.
“That’s a lie. If he checked my size, then why is this thing too tight?”
“I made sure to get a size smaller.” Jameson nods as his gaze rakes over the displayed curve of my breasts and works slowly down my body.
“Good choice.” Tylin smirks.
“Perfect fit,” Mouse says in agreement.
A smothered sound similar to an angry scream tears up my throat as I storm up the stairs.
“That angry stomping just makes your ass look even better, love.” Jameson’s yells after me.
They’re a fucking bag of limpy dicks.
All of them.
I make it to the top of the stairs before my revenge is already plotted. My ankles nearly give out as I turn on my heels. With less aggression and much more sensuality, I sway back down the steps.
Their laughter quiets as I come back into view. Even Rory is smirking. Assholes.
I push my way past Tylin, making sure my breasts skim against his bare chest to the best of my ability. He was right; I don’t know how to wear a dress. But I do know how to use my body.
His attention is warm and sinks right into me as I take my time passing him. Mouse’s quiet and assessing gaze follows me as I stalk up to my innocent little prey.
In my torturous heels, I’m nearly the same height as Jameson. The moment I give him a miniscule of heated attention, he leans into me, his palm pushing low on the curve of my hip before he grips my ass entirely.
His warm shoulder meets my palm as I steady myself against his bare chest. My lips brush his ear and I’m very aware of everyone watching us.
“Thank you,” I whisper on a rasping breath.
