Page 103 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“How far through the book are you?” Charly asks her.

“Oh, I’ve already made them all. I’m on my second trip through it.”

Charly giggles, and my gran laughs.

And I watch them walk away. Charly tosses me a smile over her shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen with Gran and Jester at her heel. I’m left wondering what the hell just happened and why exactly I am turned on right now.

You’re a sick man, West. A sick, sick man.

I follow them into the kitchen. Gran already has a cocktail in Charly’s hand, and she’s finally put the garment bag down, hanging it over the back of one of the kitchen stools at the breakfast bar.

I watch her take a sip.

“Ooh, this is really good,” she tells my gran. “Try this, Vaughn. It’s delicious.”

She hands me the glass, and I take a sip. She’s right; it’s good.

“You’ll have to get a job as a bartender, Gran,” I tell her.

She pours me out a glass and hands it over. Apparently, we’re drinking early today in the West household.

“You’re here! Can I see?” Sasha comes bursting into the kitchen from the back door, advancing on Charly like she’s known her forever.

My family is a friendly bunch.

“Sasha?” Charly checks.

“And you’re Charly! God, Mom was right. You’re gorgeous! What are you doing with my little dweeb of a brother?”

“Dweeb? Um, what the fuck?” I frown.

“Language!” my mom and gran scold at the same time.

“Sorry,” I mutter. “But, um, Glamour’s Hottest Guy of 2016 right here,” I say to Sasha, pointing a finger at myself.

She ignores me and turns back to Charly. “A stunner like you could pull Brad Pitt.”

“Brad Pitt’s old!” I scoff. “He’s well over fifty.”

Amazing actor though.

Sasha throws me a dirty look. “Brad Pitt is hot. He’s a hot older man. No way will you look that good when you’re fifty.”

“Love you, too, sis.” I scratch my forehead with my middle finger.

“Right back at you, bro.” She sticks her tongue out at me, and then she comes over and hugs me. “I missed your ugly face,” she tells me, patting my cheek as she lets me go.

Then, she’s back to Charly, who looks like she’s just been hit by a whirlwind. Well, she has. Whirlwind Sasha. Wait until she meets Meg. Meg is like Santa on ecstasy.

“My dress is in here?”

“It is.” Charly smiles. “Do you want to try it on now and make sure everything is okay for you? And, if any more alterations are needed, I can do them tonight.”

“You’re the best.” Sasha picks up the garment bag. “Will you come upstairs with me? Help me get into it?”

“Sure,” Charly says, following her out of the kitchen, giving me a smile before she goes.

“I love your hair,” I hear Sasha saying to her. “I’ve been thinking about getting some color put in my hair, but I don’t know if I’m too old.”