Page 9 of Knot What She Seems
“We’ll do what we came here to do,” I tell my team fiercely before clapping my hands together. “Now, get ready. We have a meeting we need to attend in…” I glance at my watch. “Does two hours sound good?”
“Three,” Kylian quips.
“Three and a half,” suggests Luka.
Colter just grunts, already walking back toward the bedroom.
“Okay, meeting in four hours.” A slow smirk tugs up my lips. “Wouldn’t want to be late on the first day of the new job, now would we?”
4
BRYLEE
With a groan,I heft the bodysuit up over my shoulders and let the fake pecs smash down my sports bra as I wiggle my hips and try to guide it into place.
“This thing’s heavy,” I complain as I get my arms situated in the long sleeves.
Caran and Teddie giggle from where they’re tangled together on the couch, sitting in their pajamas, a few glasses of chardonnay deep, utterly amused by my struggle to shift my bulge off my thigh because the suit’s a little twisted.
“It won’t get straight,” I mutter through my teeth as I tug.
“Neither will I,” Caran cackles, and we all laugh as I drag my fake foam dick into the right spot.
This is the fourth bodysuit I’ve tried on tonight. The others from our rush order lie discarded on the living room rug beside me like human husks who’ve given up the ghost. It’s actually majorly creepy, but the weird factor is lessened a bit by the amount of alcohol coursing through my system.
“I can’t decide if we’re living outTexas ChainsaworSilence of the Lambs.” Caran tilts his head back and laughs his ass off at his stupid observation, as if he’s ever seen either movie. His delicate sensibilities would never be able to handle all that blood.
“It’s definitely skin suit city,” my brother agrees as he stares up at me, blue eyes scanning for imperfections.
“Good thing you have a reflective coating on your windows,” I agree. “Can’t imagine the show we’d be giving the neighbors.”
“I think this one is the closest to my build yet,” Teddie observes, tilting his head so that a strand of blond falls into his eyes and he has to brush it away.
I rub my hands across the chest of the suit, nodding in agreement. This suit bulks me up, but not nearly as much as the first two did, and the skin texture of it is a lot closer to realistic than the last one. I’ll still have to be careful with what I wear.
Caran’s nose wrinkles, his face awash in the warm light of all the lamps dotting the room. “Too small in the dick depart?—”
I shove my hands to my ears and immaturely call out, “La-la-la-la-la,” only stopping when Caran closes his mouth.
“Don’t be gross,” I order, swaying just the tiniest bit where I stand.
“Give it a spin,” he commands with a swirl of his finger before he steals my brother’s wine glass and takes a sip. I turn, doing some stupid muscle man poses because why the hell not?
“It looks good, doesn’t it? I told you! Say it! I’m a genius and, so long as I’m clothed, this plan is going to work out perfecticaly. Perfectacaly. Perf—you know what I mean.” I have to swallow a tiny hiccup.
Stepping closer to a floor lamp, I try to get better lighting on my fake biceps and see if there’s a major skin tone difference between my light tan and the shade of the suit. The company seemed to do a pretty good color match as I gaze at the thin hem encircling my wrist.
It’s amazing what you can get quickly when you’re royalty and rich.
And willing to bribe.
Twisting back to the guys, I say, “I wonder if I’ll actually be able to run in this dumb thing without sweating to death.”
Caran apparently finds me amusing, because he snorts. “Who cares? We’ve got an ankle brace for the first week or two. So you can at least sit around a little then.”
As if on cue, my old ankle pain flares up, reminding me that I’m going to have to be very careful during this charade. Reminding me of just how dangerous alphas can be.
Snagging my wine glass, I drain it in order to drown out any counterproductive emotions. “Right. Ankle brace. And after that?” I ask, shrugging my shoulders up and down multiple times just to get used to the weight of the suit. It’s kind of alarming how realistically it moves. And hell, guys are heavy up top. I thought boobs were bad, but this pec stuff feels like it’s no joke either. My ribs feel constrained by all this weight.
