Page 21 of Bound To Be Mine

Dash shook his head. “These are not clothes, Briggs. This is gray hell. I had no idea there were so many shades of blah.”

I leaned against the doorframe and looked at my closet, trying to see it through their eyes. It was organized, which I considered a feature. Navy, charcoal, grey, black, with a small section of lighter options for summer. Lighter as in stark white. Shirts in white and pale blue. Ties in muted patterns.

“There’s nothing wrong with my wardrobe,” I said.

“Name one thing in here that you chose yourself,” Sebastian said.

I frowned. “All of it.”

“No, you have a personal shopper,” he said.

“I have Annika,” I said. “She knows how to dress me. I should have called her, now that I think about it.”

Annika had been dressing the Blackwell men for twenty years. She had selected, fitted, and organized virtually everything currently hanging in front of us. She was excellent at her job. I had never once questioned her choices.

Dash made a gagging sound. “Hard disagree in this case.”

“Annika dressed you for court,” Sebastian said. “You walk into a courtroom in any of this and you look exactly like what you’re supposed to look like. Authoritative and slightly terrifying.” He pulled out a charcoal jacket and examined it briefly before putting it back. “You’re going to a wedding, Briggs. In Las Vegas. In the summer.”

“I’m aware of the location.”

Sebastian nodded. “So you need to look like a man who is capable of having a good time.”

“I am capable of having a good time.”

Both of them looked at me.

“I have a good time regularly,” I said.

“When?” Dash asked.

“Fuck off.”

What followed was not my idea of a good time. The first suit was one of my better ones, a charcoal two-piece that fit well. Of course it fit well. It was tailored to my body.

“No,” Sebastian said before I’d even turned around.

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.

“You’re going to a wedding, not a deposition.”

“I won’t wear a tie,” I said.

“No,” Sebastian said.

They ransacked my closet. I tried not to cringe at the mess they were making. I would definitely be leaving a big tip for the housekeeper. I was standing in my boxer briefs, watching them make a mess. I had tried on at least twenty pairs of pants. They were all the same. I wasn’t sure why they needed me to try them on.

I watched Dash pull out a navy suit. It wasn’t one of my regular ones. There was a subtle sheen to the fabric that caught the light.

“This,” he said, holding it up. “This has potential.” He shoved it at me. “Try it on.”

I pulled on the pants and then the jacket. I was shirtless which made me feel ridiculous. The color and sheen were less severe than the others.

Sebastian actually smiled. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

“I look like I’m going clubbing,” I muttered.

“You look like a human being with a pulse,” Dash corrected. “There’s a difference. I can’t believe you have this many suits.”