Duran shook his head.“No, it isn’t.”
Em frowned at him.“Why not?”
“Because I can’t make a move on you if I am acting as your lawyer.and I definitely do want to make a move on you.”
Her father blinked, and Samsor grinned.“We know she’s a beta, but we are deltas.Things are easier for us.”
“All of you?”
“Yes, all of us.”Duran grinned.
Echel said, “All of us.”
Alderna snapped to one of her assistants.“Shoes.”
Samsor suspected what would happen when the shoes were presented, and the disappointed whine made her father blink.She glared at him.“Get over yourself.I like these socks.I like comfy feet.”
Samsor smirked.“You just need to wear them for court.You can take them off in the car and again when you are sitting at the table.Just put your shoes on when you go give testimony.”
Duran sighed.“Or just keep your shoes on.”
She stuck her tongue out at him and stepped into the four-inch shoes.
Samsor grinned.Her butt and breasts were both exaggerated by the shoes and her balancing.“Take a few steps, Em.”
He took photos as she moved, and she flipped him off every time she faced him.
“So, size eight feet and size ten everything else.”Alderna nodded.“I can work with that.”
Em nodded.“Great.Is there anything casual?”
Alderna said, “Casual?”
“Wash and wear?Denim?Cotton?Running shoes?”
“Why?”She was obviously appalled.
“Because that is what I live in.I work remotely, so I don’t need dry-clean-only anything for my day-to-day.”She shrugged.
Alderna looked at her brother.“I think that is going to change.”
“No, it fucking isn’t.”
Her aunt winced, but her father grinned.“I had forgotten how scrappy she was when she wasn’t terrified all the time.”
Em looked at her father.“Don’t peak too soon.I am still terrified.I have just gotten two hours of sleep.That gives me hope.”
Echel grinned.
She looked at him with narrowed eyes.“Yes, yes.Shut up.”
He laughed.
She sighed and looked away from his knowing gaze.His sound wasn’t a purr, but it was a rumble that had caressed her bones and let her know that someone was watching over her.She had needed that more than she wanted to admit.
Her father stood in front of her.“Today is about proving you competent.”
She nodded.“Right.Dress, heels, hair, and makeup done to denote that I am a nice, normal woman who her family has abused.No wild eyes or panic.I need to look wary but not pathetic.”
