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“Oh yeah, we’re going sexy siren all the way tonight,” Vixen babbles on, completely unaware that I’m lost in my own thoughts. “I loved your look yesterday!”
There’s a beat of silence and I look up to meet her expectant gaze in the mirror and I force a smile onto my face. “Thanks, it was all Elle. The makeup, dress, everything.”
“I need to meet this Elle. I think we’re going to get along like a house on fire.”
I laugh. “She’s away for the holidays but she has applied for membership at the main club. Do you work there too?”
“I do! I love my job but nothing beats the holiday scene, you know?”
I nod because I don’t know but I guess by the end of the night I might.
Vixen gets to work on my hair and makeup, opting for a smoky eye like Elle did and a bright red lip. She teases my curlsinto what I can only describe as a bed head look, and sprays me with some sort of sweet perfume before I can protest.
When she’s done, she looks me up and down, taking in my outfit and makeup. Her eyes scan over my body, and a shiver runs down my spine as I await her verdict. She steps in close to me, and I can smell her perfume. It’s different to whatever she sprayed on me. Muskier. More exotic.
“You know, you’re absolutely stunning,” she whispers in my ear. “And I think I know just the thing to make you even more irresistible tonight.”
She takes my hand and leads me to the back of the dressing room. There, she pulls out a tight, black leather dress that would hug every curve of my body. I reach out and run my hand over the dress, surprised at how buttery-soft the leather is. The top is a corset style with a sweetheart neckline and boning, and the skirt is a short, cross-over style which falls in elegant drapes which are longer at the sides. The overall effect of the skirt material is like arrows drawing the eye up between my thighs. It makes me squirm but there’s no denying I’d feel sexy as fuck in this dress. But could I really wear it? I roll my bottom lip between my teeth, considering.
Vixen chuckles. “You know, I’d normally tell you off for smudging your lipstick but it just adds to that freshly fucked look you have going on.” She watches me still hesitating over the dress. “Babe, you can absolutely own this dress. Keep the Choos on, they’re killer, and way comfier than anything we have to offer. What do you say?”
I nod, my heart racing as I remove my clothes – no longer shy and embarrassed in front of her – and she helps me slip in to it. When it’s on and zipped up, I can barely breathe, but I feel incredibly sexy.
Vixen steps back to take a look at me and nods in approval. “Perfect,” she says with a grin. “Now you just need to sc—”
“Scoop and swoop,” I laugh. “I remember.”
I quickly do as she says, and when I stand, my breasts are nearly spilling out of the corset and hitting my chin. I giggle, but I have to say, looking in the full length mirror, I look amazing. But I feel phenomenal. Like I belong here and I’m ready to dive in and see what’s on offer.
“Knockout. Come on, babe, let’s not keep them waiting. I heard you’re in the ice room tonight but before you go, Frost has something for you.”
I blink at her, my forehead creasing in disbelief. “Frost? Are you sure?”
“Heard it from the ass’s mouth himself,” she jokes. “Let’s go.”
She strides ahead out of the dressing room, leaving me to trail in her wake, and when I step out into the bar area, I find it empty but for Vixen and Frost. She’s leaning over the bar, flirting up a storm with him, and when she reaches out to pat his head, his cheeks flush. Interesting. What on earth could Vixen have said to shake the immovable, ice-cold Frost? I clear my throat and he jumps like he’s been shocked, and stares at me. His jaw hits the floor and Vixen’s smirk turns knowing.
Her earlier comment about an entourage springs to mind but I quickly dismiss it. Frost is not in line to do anything with me other than put me down. His kindness yesterday was a fluke. A strange out of body sort of experience that neither of us will be repeating. Ugh, I can’t believe I clung to him and found comfort in his arms.
But as I approach him, I notice a shift in his demeanour. He looks at me with something resembling awe in his eyes, and for a moment, I’m taken aback. I’ve never seen him like this before. It’s almost like he’s seeing me for the first time.
“Wow,” he breathes, taking a step closer to me despite the bar between us. Heat floods me at the look in his eyes. “You look...incredible.”
I feel my cheeks flush at his words, but I also feel a little stab of satisfaction. I get the impression that it’s not often that someone like Frost is rendered speechless, especially not by me.
“Thanks,” I say, unable to keep the smile off my face.
He clears his throat and leans against the bar, his eyes never leaving mine. “I wanted to give you something,” he says, his voice low. “Before you begin, you’ll need this.”
My heart jumps in my chest. What could he possibly be talking about? I watch as he reaches behind the bar and pulls out a silver bracelet. It’s about half an inch wide with an alternating polished, satin diagonally striped pattern. It’s beautiful. But I don’t understand.
My confusion must show on my face because Vixen explains, “It’s your access all areas pass, and you can use it to pay for your drinks and things.”
“No alcohol for you,” Frost says, still staring intently at me but with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Heard you had enough earlier. May I?” He nods to my wrist and I startle, thinking he’d just pass it to me to put on. Vixen winks at me then slips away leaving just Frost and me locked in some sort of sexy silent standoff. I blink, snap out of it, and thrust my arm across the bar towards him.
Frost takes a step closer, his pale silvery eyes still fixed on me. His fingers brush against my wrist as he clasps the bracelet, sending a shiver down my spine and a jolt of heat between my thighs. I don’t know if he deliberately brushes his thumb over the sensitive skin of my pulse point, but my knees want to buckle at the contact and my breath catches. The heat is emanating off of him, as if he’s burning with a fierce intensity, and I don’t think I’m the only one entirely affected by the innocent encounter.
“Thank you,” he says, his voice low and husky. “I wanted to cuff you the moment I saw you. This bracelet ensures your safetyinside the club. You can come and go as you please, and no one will harm you.”
