“This is cute,” Kairo muses. “You guys should kiss it out.”
Everyone deadpans at him.
“What?!” The blonde throws his hands up. “It was just a suggestion. A hot one, but only an idea.”
The tension between us melts away, and I can finally breathe again. No, this doesn’t solve what happened long ago, but I have a plan for that.
“So,” Maddox drawls. “What’s the plan for today?”
I smirk evilly. “Shopping.”
“Ouch!” Kairo complains as the tailor pricks him again.
The older gentleman, who has spent his glory days making custom suits and is an expert at his craft, only scowls harder, his thick white brows drawing downward. “You’re worse than a child. Arms out before I stab you. Again.”
Kairo grumbles as he holds his arms out for the tailor to take his measurements.
This has been the highlight of my week. All three of my bodyguards are being fitted for their gala suits, and they’re hating it. The tailor has already commented on Roman’s too-wide shoulders and Maddox’s shorter height. He’s picking apart their insecurities, and I can’t help but smile at how they mope around like dejected kids.
“If you rip my fabric, I will hurt you, mammoth.” The tailor fusses at Roman, who’s standing in front of a body-length mirror as he attempts to fold the jacket lapels over his chest. It’s a tight fit, and his limbs look like they’re stuffed inside the sleeves. He cuts the tailor a scowl in the mirror at his appointed nickname.
“Ms. Rose,” the tailor steps back and presents a few shirt options. “What do you think? Personally, with all of the…” He glances distastefully at the tattoos inked onto Kairo’s head. “Expression. We’ll call it that. But I think an all black attire will suit them better.” He holds up a black dress shirt, and Kairo gives me a wink as my eyes roam over him.
Truthfully, I’m not worried about the clothes anymore. Seeing them dressed up like this is making my brain hazy with something I’m not ready to admit. There’s just something about seeing rugged and rough men wearing suits that does something primal to me. Not that I would ever tell them that, but I’m pretty good at masking my desire as I nod in agreement.
“All black would suit them,” I decide.
“Undressing me with your eyes, Thorn?” Kairo drawls lazily.
The tailor sneers at him before going back to sewing. Meanwhile, my cheeks heat as I quickly look away from my bodyguard. I feel like I’m going to catch fire if I keep standing around.
Maddox walks up to me, a tie in his hands. “I don’t know how to put this on.”
I lift a brow. “You really don’t know how to tie it?”
He shakes his head as the tailor scoffs loudly, voicing his opinion. “Lost causes! All of them!”
I sigh. “I’ll handle it. Just pick out one that matches.”
“Do I have to wear a tie?” Kairo asks as he toys with his jacket. The tailor bats his hands away, making my bodyguard frown at him.
“Not if you don’t want to,” I shrug as I look through the selection of different colors. “It’s your wardrobe.”
“I worded that wrong,” Kairo shakes his head. “Do youwantme to wear a tie?”
My head rears slightly just as I run my fingers over a grey tie that matches Kairo’s eyes perfectly. I think to tell him that I don’t care what he does, but this piece is too nice to pass up on. I hold it up to him, my eyes bouncing between his irises and the formal wear. “Actually, yes. This one.”
“Good choice, Ms. Rose.” The tailor smiles.
I glance over at Maddox, who is still perusing the options when I step in. “I’ll handle choosing. Go finish getting your measurements.”
He doesn’t question me as he joins Kairo and Roman. I let my eyes scan the cubby full of ties before I spot a perfect one that matches the same dark shade of Maddox’s eyes. The next is a pale blue one that’s Roman’s exact color, and I add it to the pile.
When I go to pay, Roman steps in front of me with his thick arms crossed over his chest. “I don’t think so, Siren.”
I hold my Amex up. “Seriously? I have more money than I can handle.”
“And that’s your money. You pay us, Rosalie. We’ll take care of this.” He’s all brute intensity, and I have to admit, it amuses me as I shrug.
