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“Nope. Get out,” Sienna ordered. Seeing her humor come back was enough to lift the weight of worry from my chest. There was nothing okay about seeing your friend heat drunk, possibly drugged, and turning into a lifeless zombie. Heat fog was one thing, but this wasn’t it.
The red box was waiting on my bed where I’d left it. I don’t know why I was hesitant to open it, but something was holding me back.
Fear.
I was slipping further, letting them in too much, and that fucking terrified me. They didn’t know my past. Not fully. But I wanted them to.
With a deep breath, I tore open the package. Inside was beautiful lingerie, a black lace bra and matching thong. They were completely see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination. I thought of Sienna’s encouragement, and with a deep breath, I pushed aside my uneasiness from seeing her like that. She was right; I couldn’t let something outside of our control ruin things for me or the guys who’d dropped everything to help us out last night.
A smile played along my lips before I undressed and slipped the set on, but that wasn’t all they had put in there. A black leather harness was underneath, and I was totally up for that fun. I stepped into it and pulled it over the bra. The harness hugged my thighs and wrapped around my waist before outlining my boobs, ending just under my collarbone. The thin straps weren’t uncomfortable, just tight enough that I knew they were there. Apparently, they were trying to one up their kinky brothers.
A small note lay under all of that, and I laughed out loud as I read it.
We heard you were a bit of a rope bunny, so we thought this might help you feel comfortable for the night.
Comfortable, my ass. If they want to play, so can I.Grabbing my phone, I set it up on one of Teagan’s tripods, making sure it faced the small armchair in my room. I set a timer then got in position, giving them a flash of everything they wouldn’t see under my dress.
After checking it, I decided to play with the entire group. I set up two different group chats—the guys insisted I had all their numbers before leaving last night—sending the twins the teasing photo first, then Maximo, Sutton, and Zaven.
Smirking at the read status on both messages, I got to work on my hair and makeup. I still had no hints as to where we were going, but I wasn’t going to dwell on that. They were teaching me to live in the moment, something I’d never really been able to do. It was hard to do that when I was constantly looking over my shoulder, but I felt safe with them.
My phone started blowing up with notifications, but I continued getting ready. I curled my hair and put on my makeup, keeping it classier since I’d be wearing a formal dress. When I opened the small black box they had sent me, I grinned at the sight of the hair comb that was nestled inside. It had black and silver flowers and a black veil that draped down. I braided a strand of hair on each side before pinning it back with the comb. The dress was still hanging up, but I already felt fancier than I ever had.
“Can someone help me get into this thing?” I called out. There was no modesty with friends like mine, so when they walked in and catcalled while I gave them a little twirl.
“That’s hot as fuck, Hazel. Tell me you teased them?” Teagan gushed.
“Oh yeah,” I laughed. “And I could totally do worse, but I don’t know if it’ll show through the dress,” I admitted.
“Let’s find out,” Eliza said. She helped me zip up the back after I stepped into it. Everything fit together perfectly.
“Holy hell, Hazel. You look like you’re ready for a gala or something,” Eliza breathed out in awe. “You’re always gorgeous, but right now, you look fucking phenomenal.”
“Aw, thanks, guys.” Honestly, I felt truly pretty. For a girl who rocked black clothes and a punk style most of the time, I was apparently a sucker for formal dresses.
A knock on the door had the girls disappearing with hasty goodbyes. I grabbed the matching clutch and shoes and hurried out to answer. My jaw dropped when I pulled it open. All three of my dates were dressed to the nines. They each had on a sleek black tuxedo that hugged every fucking muscle, and of course were extra enough that they gave me a little spin to show it off. And Sutton’s ass? It looked fucking sinful in that tuxedo. Then Zaven turned around, and he took the cake… literally.
“Damn.” I whistled. “You guys look amazing.”
“And you look ravishing, omega.” Maximo eyed me over from head to toe, a slight flush coloring his cheeks.
“Oh, and that picture?” Sutton raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. He didn’t need to add anything else to it, but I didn’t think his look achieved what he wanted it to. Instead of feeling chastised, the bulge of his muscles made my body take notice, which wasn’t something I needed this early in the evening. I was already taking a risk by not having enough suppressants. Thankfully, I’d taken a full week’s worth, so it might stay at bay long enough for me to get some more time before the heat hit.
Or not.
The thought of them helping me through it was far more enticing than taking pills every day that left me tired, crabby, and still horny.
“So, where to first?” I asked briskly, hoping to redirect my thoughts. “Someone has been keeping all the details from me.”
“Dinner at Château on the Lake,” Zaven said proudly. The name probably should have meant something to me, but I stared back in silent confusion. Zaven breathed out a suffering sigh. “Lord, woman, we have to get you out more. It’s just the fanciest, hard-to-snag-reservations spot in the city.”
“Oh, sounds like someone pulled some strings. Who has the connections?” I asked, glancing from one to the other before landing on Maximo. “It’s you, isn’t it? You know what… What do you guys do? Emiliano does tattoos, Zav is a driver, and Sutton has the shop, but what about you and Alessandro?”
Maximo’s face shuttered, and I knew whatever he was going to say wasn’t going to be the truth. “We work in the family business. It’s boring.”
“Boring enough to need your own driver?” I asked archly, calling him out on the lie, but Maximo shook his head.
Sutton held out a hand. “Come on, Hazel. We don’t want to be late for dinner.”
