Page 100 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“I see.” Madame Lori steps back and looks Sloane in the eyes. “Join me.”
“Shit.”
Sloane steps forward and Madame Lori puts her into position, so Sloane is facing everyone in class.
“Take a look at…what’s your name?”
“Sloane.”
“Yes, take a look at Sloane.” Madame Lori motions her crop up and down and then carefully drags it over Sloane’s cleavage, which of course raises the hairs on the back of my neck. “Do you see this dress?” Here we go. “This dress is exactly what all of you women should be wearing.”
Umm, what?
“Raise your hand if you have not looked at this woman’s breasts since she’s walked into the room.”
I glance to the left, looking down the line of attendees, and not a single one of them raises their hands. What the fuck? The guy at the end is even wetting his lips and staring at Sloane. This is going to be a fucking problem.
“The silhouette is formal with the skirt hitting just above the ankles. The print is posh. And yet, her breasts are a promise of what she’s not afraid to show off.”
I scratch the back of my head and wonder what the hell is going on. Did etiquette classes change in the last few years? I thought I’d have to tear down one of the curtains and fashion Sloane a scarf to hide her breasts.
Madame Lori walks up to me and slides her crop over my chest. “Very well done.”
Sloane joins me and smiles with a fist pump. “Passed the first test.”
How?
Madame Lori then goes down the rest of the line, pointing out how each participant could have enhanced their outfits while I rack my brain to try to figure out what the hell I’m missing.
“Did you see everyone’s been looking at my boobs?” Sloane mutters to me. “Even you, you didn’t raise your hand.”
“Hard to miss them,” I mumble.
“I’m glad you approve, Husband.”
I want to roll my eyes, but I’m still so fucking confused.
“Please, take your seats,” Madame Lori says, with a snap of her crop. Why the hell does she have that thing in the first place?
I press my hand to Sloane’s lower back and guide her over to her chair. We both take a seat so our knees are knocking together and we’re facing each other.
“One of the first things we need to learn when it comes to etiquette in the bedroom”—in the what?—“is giving yourself over to your partner.”
Uhhh.
Sloane leans in very close and says, “What the hell is she talking about?”
“Fuck if I know.”
“Please raise your hand if you are the Dom in your relationship.”
The couples around us offer their hands up, and when I look at Sloane, she has her hand raised with a giant smile crossing her face.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Clearly I’m the Dom between us.”
“The fuck you are,” I say just as Madame Lori walks up to us and smiles.
