I know I talk a lot of shit about her, but she’s a pretty good chick. Just still need her in limited doses.
“Good evening Jax. Sorry we were late. Your girl couldn’t decide what to wear.”
I look around, trying to find her. “Where is sh-” My words are cut off when I see her walking up the stairs.
Fucking Everlee.
“Excuse me,” I snap and push past them.
I grab Everlee by the arm and lead her across the floor into our office.
“What’s going on?” she huffs.
“What in the fuck are you wearing?”
“What do you mean?” She looks down at herself.
“You’re wearing a bra and a tutu. Are you insane?”
“It’s a decorative rainbow bra that’s bedazzled, and a rainbow tutu. And what’s insane was that Beckett had the same outfit, but I convinced him not to wear it. Thought it would look super weird, so he opted for the white unicorn leotard with rainbow leggings.”
A string of sounds leaves my mouth as I try to process before I get out what I want to say. “You can’t wear that.”
“The fuck I can’t.” She recoils in shock.
My hands are clenched at my side as rage boils within.
A moment later, there is a beep at the door and we both look to see Emmett walking in. “Thank fuck. Will you?” I throw my hand in Everlee’s direction and walk away for a moment.
“Hey love,” I hear Emmett say and turn to see him sliding his arm around her. “Lizzy said you may be in trouble.”
“I’m fine. I can handle this brute.”
“You look delicious.” He slides a finger over the top of her breast, then lifts the tutu. “Underwear? I’m impressed.”
“I couldn’t get too crazy.”
“No. You just had to wear that outfit,” I snap.
“It’s no less than what I usually wear and not the skimpiest thing on the floor by a long shot. I saw some chick wearing the equivalent of a strap with furry rainbow patches in three key places.” She crosses her arms, puckers her lips, and raises her eyebrows. God, I could just kiss her right now. Her sass is such a turn on, making me want to show her who is the boss. Put her in her place, but I can’t. I need to stay strong.
“I don’t care about anyone else! I care about you!” I shout back.
Emmett steps forward, but Everlee holds her arm out and closes the distance between us. She grabs both sides of my cheeks. “I care about you too and I can handle myself if anyone tries to get handsy. Plus, you should look at it this way. Guys will be looking at me, but it won’t matter because they aren’t you all. They aren’t the ones I’m going home with. Plus, like Emmett said. I’m wearing underwear.”
“Small miracles,” I huff.
“I wore them for you.”
“So, youwerethinking about me when you put this on?”
“Yes. You were the first person I thought about.”
“And you still did it, anyway?”
“Did you want Beckett wearing it?”
“I don’t give a shit what he wears. If-”
