“High society men like their women’s privates primmed and pampered.”
More like gardening if you ask me.Plucking my freaking hairs like they were hard to pull weeds. Internally, my eyes rolled and zapped avenging fireballs at her face.
“Done.” She stood back, admiring her work. “Well, it’s quite a step up from your usual blandness, but it will do.”
Was that a compliment or insult?
“Thank you,” I replied, unsure why I was even thanking her for selling my body.
Her nod was terse before she pointed to a large black box with a red ribbon around it. “That arrived for you. Shower and try them out. If they don’t fit, we’ll have to find you something close to it.” Fortunately, we still have two more days before the event,” she muttered dryly.
Upstairs, I scrutinized the outside of the box, hoping it would give me some insight into this mysterious brotherhood. Nothing. Tongue in cheek, I opened it. I moved the red tissue paper aside, hoping to see a cocktail dress or an evening gown. Instead, I found a miniskirt and a corset bustier with laces down the front and a ribbon that knotted at the nape—both were black leather. Beneath the second tissue paper on a soft bed of red material sat a pair of six-inch heels, sheer pantyhose, and a thong—also all black.
My jaw dropped, gawking at the items I spread out on the bed when Eliana walked. “Holy shit.” She fell onto the mattress next to me. “Is that what you have to wear?”
I nodded, laughter tickling my throat. “Never in my wildest imagination would I have seen myself climbing into any of these. I mean, who wears pantyhose with a hole in them.” I held up the piece of underwear in front of my face, grinning at Eliana through the opening.
“They’re crotchless pantyhose.” She giggled.
“Yeah, I know, but why would anyone want to...” Then it dawned on me, and my cheeks burned. “Okay, never mind.”
My sister laughed hard at my mortified expression, then she dipped her hand into the box and pulled out the red material.
Taking it from her, I held it up. “Woah, it’s a cloak. And the mystery continues.” I draped it around my shoulders, my eyes landing on the square envelope taped to the lid. Inside was a single card with typed instructions:
Dress only in the garments provided, covered by the cloak.
At precisely 7.00 pm a limo will fetch you outside the rear entrance to the Royal hotel.
Please be punctual as tardiness will not be tolerated.
Once in the vehicle, you will be blindfolded and hand-cuffed for your own protection.
Disobedience will attract severe reprimand.
“God Almighty, who are these freaks. All this for a one-night stand,” I mumbled, planting the card into Eli’s outstretched hand.
“I’m sorry, Stitch,” she whispered when done.
I kissed her brow. “For you, I killa da bull,” I joked, earning an air kiss. Then, grabbing the cloak’s hem, I held it to my face, shielding everything but my eyes. “Now, fair maiden, I must away to the shower and try these clothes on as instructed by Bitch of the Galaxy.” Letting the cloak fly off my shoulders, I fanned out my arms and pretend-flew to the bathroom, Eliana’s laughter following me.
