Page 22 of Broken Prince
It’s a simple a-line dress with a V-neckline, but it still makes me feel sexy. It’s sleeveless with thick shoulder straps. My breasts look so damn good, the neckline going right down to the fabric that’s right under my breast. The bottom half flows from that point all the way down, brushing against the floor.
“The best part-” I pop my knee out of the slit.
“Ohh, sexy,” she teases.
Part of me wishes I had a thigh tattoo. God, that would be so hot.
After changing out of the dress, we meet Elijah at the front of the store.
“Find anything you liked?” he asks me. I didn’t bother to show him the dresses when I was trying them on, too afraid to get locked in his tempting eyes.
“I did. All thanks to you.” I smile as Mom pays for the dresses.
“Happy to help. Can’t wait to see which one you picked.” The way he’s looking at me and the tone of his voice has me shivering.
These Cross boys are going to be the death of me.
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When we get home from dress shopping, Mom calls Auntie Sylvia to talk about wedding stuff.
Me? I head up to my room and find myself bored. I could go swimming or watch a movie in the big fancy theatre room they have, but I don’t want to do that alone.
I really hope I make some friends once school starts; otherwise, life is going to suck.
I could ask if one of the guys wants to hang out, but I don’t think being alone with them right now is a good idea.
I’m supposed to be getting over my attraction to them, yet every time I lay my eyes on one of them, it grows.
I’m officially doomed.
Choosing to read my book, I snuggle up in my big fancy bed and end up falling asleep a few chapters in.
When I wake up, I’m dying to pee. Groaning, I drag my ass out of bed and do my business, but as always, now I need water.
I should get a mini fridge up here or something. Would save me all these late-night trips. Keeping a glass of water at my bedside isn’t an option because I hate warm water. It needs to be ice cold, or I won’t drink it.
Down to the kitchen, I go.
As I round the corner, my sleepy-ass nearly crashes into someone.
“Shit, sorry.” I blink a few times, forcing myself to become more alert. My brows shoot up when I see it’s not one of the guys, my mom, or James that I bumped into but a tiny, blonde pixie of a girl.
“No problem, it’s my fault for creeping around here in the middle of the night.” She laughs, giving me a bright smile.
I just keep blinking, really confused right now. “Ahh, who are you?” I ask, cocking a brow.
Then a possibility hits me in the gut. Did I just bump into one of the guy’s booty calls or something? Why else would some girl be walking around the house at night?
The idea sits heavily in the pit of my stomach. She doesn’t look like she’s just been thoroughly fucked. I’d say maybe they didn’t do their job, but I have first-hand experience that each one of them knows what they’re doing.
“Oh, silly me.” She laughs again and then holds out her hand. “Name’s Winter Brooks. You must be Delaney.”
I stare at her hand for a moment. But I don’t want to be rude; she seems nice enough, so I take her hand and give it a little shake.
“Might I ask why you're walking around the Cross’ house at midnight?”
With Bentley sleeping down the hall, the idea of random women creeping around here doesn’t feel right.