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She bit back a laugh. “I’m serious.”
I understood what she meant. “I know.”
“He’s not a high school guy. Slash is a big, mature man. He’s rough, muscled, overprotective, and a bit possessive with you already. If you don’t want this to go any further, tell me. I’ll yell at my cousin to back off.”
She would do it, too, and I loved her for it.
“I want to see where it goes with us. I’d like to get to know him better.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Are you suggesting sexual or what? Because I can’t talk about my cousin like that, I’ll throw up.”
I swatted at her arm. “Stop. You know what I’m saying.”
She giggled. “I do.” Em stood and tugged on my arm. “We need to shower and get ready. I want to do your hair and makeup.”
If I let Embry, she’d dress me up and do my hair and makeup every day like I was a Barbie. I loved her, but not that much. Still, I didn’t mind the help for tonight since I’d be seeing Slash again in a few hours.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, agreeing to her makeover.
She squealed as we rushed inside her house. “Yes! You’re going to love what I do with your hair. We’ll give you smoky eyes and pouty, glossy lips. I’m going to curl your hair in beach waves. My cousin is going to lose his shit when he sees you.”
A little after seven, I stood in front of Embry’s full-length mirror, staring at a girl I hardly recognized. I’d recently gotten my hair highlighted with dark red, and with the waves Em had given me, the strands fell soft and loosely curled around my shoulders. Under the club lights, my hair would look amazing.
My eyes stood out with the smoky makeup palette she used. Strikingly green, they were framed by thick lashes. My lips were a soft pink and glossed with my favorite cherry flavor.
But the outfit. That was the icing on the cake.
I wore fishnet tights, black faux leather shorts, a red halter top that laced up the front, and knee-high black boots. The boots were a masterpiece on their own, with a three-inch block heel, laces up the sides, a zipper in the back, and a buckle strap over the front. I fell in love with them as soon as I pulled them on and tugged the zipper up.
“Wow, Molls. Those boots fit you better than me. They’re gorgeous on you!”
“They’re perfect,” I agreed.
“Keep them. My gift to you.”
Usually, I would say no, but these were too fantastic to pass up. “Thanks, bestie.”
My phone buzzed on her dresser, and she glanced at it, flipping off the device as it buzzed a second time.
“It’s the asshole.”
Fred. “I wonder what he wants.”
“He keeps blowing you up. Calls and now a text.” She frowned. “It says you need to come home right away.”
With a sigh, I turned away from the mirror. “If I don’t go, he’ll only get pissed off, and then it’ll be worse later.”
“I’m going to text Slash.”
“No. Really. Just let me borrow a jacket so I can cover up this outfit. He gets bent out of shape when he sees me dressed up.”
Em flinched. “That’s super weird and creepy, Molls.”
I knew that, but it didn’t change the facts. “I’ll go home, be nice, tell him I’m staying the night over at your place, and then I’ll meet up with you at the club.”
“Molls, I don’t like this. Not after he hit you.” She shook her head, bouncing the loose curls she had just finished around her slim shoulders. “What if he gets violent again? You’ll be all alone.”
“I can handle Fred,” I promised.
