Page 23 of Cruel Devil
Now I’m being dragged back the way we came, but instead of going into my room where, you know, all my clothes are, she pulls me into hers and starts rifling through her closet.
“What are you doing?”
She pulls pieces out left and right, tossing them behind her on the floor after she rejects them. "You do know you're going to have to clean that up, right?" I remind her.
“The guys from Alpha Ze are here.”
Yippee, stupid drunk frat boys. I am so excited. Cue the sarcasm.
“So. Your point?”
She turns and scowls at me, waving what looks like a purple crop top in my face. “So? So, you’re wearing that?”
“What's wrong with what I’m wearing?” I ask, looking down at my jean shorts and oversized crew neck t-shirt.
“Are you modest?” she asks, ignoring my question and going back to sifting through her clothes.
“Not particularly. Why?”
“Because you’re always covered up. You’re in college. This is where you go to see others and be seen.”
I open my mouth to tell her I don’t have any desire to be seen when she waves a piece of black fabric in the air. “Found it!” She jumps up and down twice. Like she just won a carnival prize. "Okay, here. Get naked and put this on."
She tosses it to me and I catch the black, silky material. "A swimsuit?" I toss it back to her. "I don't want to go swimming."
She throws it at me again. "You don't wear a swimsuit to go swimming, silly. You wear it so you have an excuse to walk around half naked. Now, hurry up and try it on. You can use my bathroom."
I snort, because my room, which is right next door, is so far away.
Quinn gives me her best shot at anI'm waitinglook, and I decide to humor her. She's basically the closest thing to a friend I have here and pissing her off probably won't do me any favors.
In the bathroom, I strip out of my clothes and hold the swimsuit out in front of me. It's a one piece, so that's good at least. I wasn't lying when I said I wasn't particularly modest, but I'm not a let it all hang out type of girl either. There are what look to be a dozen little ties and crisscross straps, and I'm not exactly sure how to put the damn thing on.
"Are you decent?" Quinn calls, knocking on the door.
"No!" I tell her, one leg in a hole I'm not entirely sure is meant for my leg.
"Too bad, I'm coming in." And she does. When she sees me, naked and jumping on one foot as I try to get my leg out of the weird knot thingy, she covers her mouth and laughs, eyes wide and shoulders shaking.
"I'm still naked!" I say, crossing one arm over my chest and dropping a hand over the apex of my thighs.
"I can see that." She's laughing so hard, her eyes are watering. "Need a little… help?" she waves at me and I huff out a breath.
"Obviously, yes. I don't know how the heck to get into this."
She giggles and moves closer, helping me untangle my foot as I cover up the goods.
"Here, step in through this one." She helps me slip my feet into the right holes. Why are there so many? And then turns her back so I can shimmy into the thing.
The more on it goes, the less it actually covers, if you can believe that. "Okay I'm turning back around," she calls and then helps me find the holes to slip my arms through.
She gives me a critical once over, pulling the fabric here, tightening it there, before stepping back to examine her work. "You look fucking hot!" she says, a gleam in her eye.
I look down for a second before squeezing my eyes closed. "Are you sure you didn't give me lingerie?" I ask, because, wow. And I don't mean that in a good way. Quinn grabs my shoulders and turns me to face the mirror. I open one eye and gasp.
"Holy fu—"
"I know. Right?" She grins. "This one used to be my favorite but since I got these done," she points at her chest, " it doesn't fit anymore. It looks great on you though, so you can keep it.”
