“We can’t just stand out there, people would notice,” Sly says, shaking his head.
“What if one of you and I walked up and down the street? Like we were going for a stroll. People do that, right?”
“Not dressed like that, they don’t,” Sly says, eyeing my outfit. I’m wearing my short black pleated skirt, thigh-high black socks, and a black crop top. It’s become one of my favorite outfits.
“Women who stroll dress differently?” I frown at him in confusion.
“To blend in, in this neighborhood, you’d need to wear something less edgy.”
“She’d stand out in a paper bag,” Dex says, his eyes skimming up my legs, making me squirm from his heated perusal.
“I do have a light-colored dress I could put on. I bought it when I wasn’t sure how I’d feel in these clothes, as a backup.”
“Okay, so we’re going to do this? One of us will walk with her while the other three take the van and grab snacks?” Dex asks to clarify. “I don’t like leaving her with only one person.”
“Two of us walking with her would be very out of place here,” Sly says, his eyes drifting over all of us.
“So who stays with her?”
“It has to be Pete,” Sly says, looking none too pleased with the idea.
“Yes!” Pete raises his fists in victory.
“Why him?” Dex asks with a pout.
“He’s the most inconspicuous. You and Jag are covered in tattoos. Pete is smaller and less noticeable.”
“Hey! I take offence to that!” Pete says with a mock glare.
“Good.” Sly’s eyes move down to mine as he adds, “Can you get changed in the van?”
“Oh, sure. Pete, can you pass me my duffel bag?” He leans over the back seat and fumbles around for a minute until he finds it and lifts it over the seats to me. “Thank you.”
I move out of Jagger’s lap to sit back in my own seat and search for the dress at the bottom of the bag. It’s a light cream color, with tiny blue flowers all over, and thehem sits a few inches above my knees. It’s a simple A-line shape, fitted to my hips with a slight flare in the skirt. The top has a square-cut neckline that shows little cleavage and short sleeves. It’s the perfect dress for an Arizona summer.
I also grab my new white sneakers, knowing I can’t wear my black shoes with them that I’m currently sporting.
I pull one of my arms into my crop top, ready to pull it off when my eyes bounce up, suddenly remembering that I’m not alone in here.
Four sets of eyes are unabashedly staring at me.
“Were you all just going to watch me change?” I ask in nervous amusement.
“Is that a problem?” Pete asks, resting his chin on his hands where they lie on the back of my seat as his eyes trail down my body. His question feels like a dare, one I decide to take.
Quickly, before I can change my mind, I pull my crop top over my head and drop it in my bag. I’m left with only my black bra covering my top half. They’ve never seen this much of me before, and my skin starts to prickle with the sensation of being watched. I swallow nervously and peek up through my lashes, finding all of them staring at my chest.
I glance down, worried that my bra isn’t on right or something, but everything seems normal. At least to me it is.
“Is something wrong?” I ask, hoping this isn’t another one of those things I’ve got wrong. “Am I wearing it wrong?”
Pete lets out a huff of laughter as Dex comments, “You could never wear anything wrong.”
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
“'Cause your tits are fucking spectacular,” Pete blurts out, and I turn to him with wide eyes, my hands instantlyshooting up to cover myself. Somehow, the compliment makes me even more self-conscious.
“Don’t cover them up, baby,” Dex whines from the front as my head turns back to him. I feel like my head’s on a permanent swivel, pinging back and forth between the two of them.
