Next, I put on the bra and shrug the shirt on over it. My jaw drops. It's low cut—my cleavage is all out there. It's so short, it cuts off right below my breasts. I pull one side down off my shoulder.
I open the door, walking out. Valley looks up, and her face says it all.
“Holy Taco, Nyx. You look like a vintage sex goddess!”
Laughing, I twirl in a circle. “I feel pretty good.”
Valley grabs my hand, tugging me back into my bathroom. “Time to do my magic. Face first, then hair. No peeking until I’m done, okay?”
I nod, having complete faith in my girl. She did such an amazing job on my hair before, I have no doubt she’ll make me look perfect.
“No way, Val... how did you this?” I gape into the mirror, amazed at the job my bestie did.
I now have heavy black eyeliner tipped up on the ends and a dark mauve lipstick that makes my green eyes pop.
And my hair—it’s so big! Somehow, she got my curls to behave. The top of my hair is teased up, and the sides are secured with hair spray, winged up and out. It looks authentic.
Valley says with a laugh, “I know what I’m doing, girl! Do you love it?”
“Hell yeah I do,” I chuckle, thinking of the look on my guy’s faces when they see me.
“My turn now.” My best friend whips around the room like a storm, grabbing clothes, and disappearing into the bathroom. It's only been about ten minutes when the door opens, Valley coming out with a proud “Ta-da!”
My jaw drops. “Damn, girl. You look like sex on a stick.”
She looks incredible. Her black hair is teased sans glasses. Her eyes are made up like mine with a dark red on her lips. She’s dressed in all black. Ripped jeans, a form-fitting tank top, and a black blazer with shoulder pads. Knee-high black boots complete her look.
Smiling at each other, we leave my room. Men literally scatter like rats when the door opens unexpectedly.
Rolling my eyes, I say, “Really, guys?”
All eight of my men are standing there, looking guilty. Bryan too, his jaw on the floor—eyes only for Valley.
“Where is Cynthia?” I ask, when Synn says, “Nope,” and scoops me up.
“Nope right back to you, caveman. I will wear what I want,” I proclaim.
“You look way too sexy to be around other men. They will be panting over you,” Razor says with a clenched jaw.
“Agreed,” Frost says, surprising me.
“Anyway... Cynthia should be coming,” Hunter interrupts their possessive bullshit.
I roll my eyes at the guys again, shaking my head.
Sam walks up, grabbing my chin. Looking into my eyes, he says, “No.”
I throw up my hands in exasperation. “None of you get a say, dammit.” But then I startle, realizing Synn's hair is blue again. “Synn, your hair!”
“Like it, Pazessca?”
“Oh yeah…” I drool inwardly.
He’s wearing tight as hell jeans and a tight t-shirt, showing of all his yummy tattoos.
The bitching from the guys disguises the sound of someone walking up to us.
I turn then and see Cynthia, my eyes about to burst from my skull. Thor is with her, holding her hand.
