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“Who are you?”
“Oh. Sorry.” She approached and grasped Harlee’s hand, shaking it vigorously. “I’m Annmarie. Adrian’s cousin. Well, really distant cousin, actually, but hell, with us vampires we’re all related by bloodline in one way or another. Robert told me you needed some clothes and figured we were close enough to the same size so I brought you a few things to wear.”
Adrian’s cousin? Interesting. Annmarie was much more outgoing and friendly than Adrian. “So you’re a vampire too?”
Annmarie grinned. “Well I hope so since at least half the folks in the place are.”
“The other half being werewolves,” Harlee finished for her.
“Right. And you’re a bit of both.” She grinned again. “That’s wicked.”
No, it was bullshit, but she played along. “I don’t know about that. It’s just confusing as hell to me.”
“I can imagine. And I can’t believe the only thing Adrian gave you to wear was his disgusting old T-shirt.” Annmarie wrinkled her nose. “Take that thing off and try a few of these on.”
Harlee followed Annmarie’s pointing finger to the bed, where over a dozen outfits were laid out for her, along with bras and underwear. Only they weren’t exactly the type of clothes Harlee typically wore.
Low-cut blue jeans, lots of leather, tiny little skirts and skimpy little tops just weren’t her standard items of clothing. But apparently they were Annmarie’s.
“Ummm…”
Annmarie grabbed her hand and dragged her to the bed. “Oh, come on. I can already tell you have a killer body. Let’s show it off a little!”
“I don’t typically wear…”
Annmarie rolled her eyes. “Puleez don’t tell me you try to hide that made-for-sex body, honey. God, you’ll have the lycans and vamps around here sprouting hard-ons night and day.”
Not exactly what she was looking to do. In fact, hiding in her room until she could figure out how to escape sounded much better.
But Harlee quickly learned that Annmarie didn’t take “no” for an answer. Before she knew it she was trussed up like a leather-clad woman in bondage in tight pants that fell way below her belly button. If she sat down she was certain the crack of her ass would be visible.
And the top was worse. A tight spandex midriff that bared her belly completely. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t believe it was really her. That vixen looking back at her couldn’t possibly be the same woman who wore business suits to work and sweatpants with long T-shirts at home. No, it wasn’t possible. Because the woman in the mirror looked hot and hungry for sex.
Annmarie insisted they comb out her hair and let it curl naturally, leaving it falling in soft waves to her shoulders. The tight bodice squeezed her breasts together, offering way too much cleavage.
She felt ridiculous.
She felt sexy. Wanton. Oh shit, she was in deep trouble.
“You look so fucking hot,” Annmarie proclaimed. “You and me are going to have to do a night in the city sometime. We could do some serious damage to the male population together.”
Harlee thought if she went anywhere in Annmarie’s company she’d be pretty much invisible. The woman was gorgeous, vivacious and flirtatious. Everything Harlee wasn’t. Oh she’d had her share of romantic entanglements, but she found sex to be way overrated and long-term relationships not worth her time.
“Christ, Annmarie, did you have to bring out your best ‘fuck me’ clothes?”
Harlee whirled at the sound of Adrian’s voice. He stood in the doorway, one arm raised as he leaned against the frame. Duncan had already stepped into the room, his eyes wide.
“Nice,” Duncan said, walking around Harlee then looking at Annmarie. “Well done.”
“You would think so, stud,” Annmarie said, lifting her finger to trail one blood-red nail under Duncan’s chin. “She’s hot, isn’t she?”
“Hell yes,” Duncan replied. “With you dressing her she has to look hot.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, then,” Annmarie said, winking at Duncan before moving away.
Adrian didn’t say a word, just leaned against the door and stared at her, his brows knitting into a displeased frown.
Harlee heated from her toes to her face, no doubt blushing a very unbecoming crimson.
