Who somehow are masters at smoky eyes and sultry make-up. Also all of them have dark, sexy hair, unlike my stupid blonde good-girl tresses.
No, don’t think about that, Callie. This is about female empowerment. This is about you, not him!
Anyway, I’m wearing one of Tempest’s dresses. A black mini-dress that also happens to be strapless, which hits me mid-thigh, along with her heels. On top of all this, she’s done my make-up and curled my blonde hair.
All in all, I do think that I look sexy.
After Tempest dresses me up like a doll, we venture out to go to the mall like this. I was happy to stay home and lounge around all dressed up but she says that if I want confidence, then I need to go out and get it myself.
And I do get it.
Because guys have been leering at me, at us, ever since we stepped out of the house. And it is great at first but as time passes, I start to get tired.
My feet start to kill me and after pulling down my dress a million times, I don’t think I like this all that much.
All this unwanted attention and guys staring at my butt so openly.
I tell Tempest that I want to go home and relax and so she calls for her driver to come pick us up.
It’s a good thing because I don’t think I can walk in these shoes anymore.
Only my happiness is short-lived because instead of a driver, her brother shows up in a white flash, his Mustang.
He takes one look at the both of us and his wolf eyes grow furious as he growls, “Get in.”
Which we do.
Tempest and I are in the back seat while Reed drives in a seething silence. When I catch Tempest’s eye in the darkened interior of the car, she winks at me happily and that’s how I know.
That’s how I know that she never called the driver. She calledhim.
Thatscheming… non-friend.
Because we’re not friends anymore. She lied to me.
Not only that, as soon as we reach their big, sprawling house, she jumps out of the car with a happy goodbye thrown at me.
Although her brother doesn’t let her go so easily.
“Straight to your room,” he growls again, the only words he’s spoken after his commandingget in. “Now. And put some fucking clothes on, we’re going to have a talk.”
Her shoulders droop and she mumbles something before turning to me, winking and running away, leaving me alone with him.
Oh my God.
Oh myGod, I’m gonna kill her. I’m so gonna kill her right now.
Actually, I’m so gonna killhim.
For being so… authoritative and angry.
Only he also makes me want to rub my legs together in restlessness when he talks like that, in his deep commanding voice.
But whatever.
I throw open the door and jump out, totally charged up to go after Tempest and make her pay for this. But I don’t get too far. In fact, I don’t even get to take more than a few steps away from his Mustang because there’s something stopping me.
Or someone.
