Page 16 of Killer's Obsession
“Never.”
Well, alright then.
She moves on to my hair, and the gentle tug as she works the curling iron through my long strands is almost enough to lull me to sleep. It feels nice to be pampered like this.
“There.” She spins me around to face the mirror. “Gorgeous.”
My mouth drops. The woman staring back at me feels like a stranger. Her eyes are smoky and dramatic, making the jade green pop against her tan skin. Her lips are painted a deep red, full and lush. Black hair cascades in loose waves down her back, framing high cheekbones and a delicate jawline. It’s me, but done up in a way I’ve never seen before.
“Holy crap,” I breathe. “You should be working in Hollywood doing hair and makeup for the stars.”
Pinky laughs, but there’s a wistful edge to it. “That was another life.”
I meet her eyes in the mirror. “You’ll have to explain that to me someday.”
“Someday,” she agrees, forcing a smile that doesn’t meet her eyes. “But for now, put on the clothes. I want to see my masterpiece all put together.”
Taking the outfit, I slip behind her changing screen and wiggle into the leather pants, surprised by how well they fit. The crop top sits just above my navel, exposing a sliver of skin that makes me feel daring and a little bit vulnerable. When I step into the heels, I gain a good three inches in height, though I’ll still be well under Killer’s shoulder.
A sharp knock at the door makes us both jump.
Pinky crosses the room and pulls it open, revealing Killer in the doorway. His hypnotic blue eyes find me immediately when I step out from behind the barrier. They widen as they travel from my stiletto-covered feet up my leather-clad legs to the cropped top proclaiming me property of his club.
His mouth actually drops open, and I have to fight the urge to run back behind the changing screen to hide.
“Mac’s in labor,” he says roughly.
Pinky erupts into excitement beside me, bouncing up and down on her toes. “Yes! We’re getting a baby Saint! Woo-hooo!”
I can’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. Her happiness is infectious, and it’s hard not to get excited right along with her.
Killer’s expression softens as he watches me, the hard lines of his face relaxing. When he looks at me like that, I feel like a flurry of butterflies take flight in my stomach.
“Ready?” He holds out his hand, palm up.
It’s an invitation. One that I happily accept.
“You look sexy as fuck in that getup,” he murmurs as we step into the hallway.
I duck my head, not used to the blunt compliments he’s been doling out lately.
It’s not that I’ve never had men say stuff about my looks before. I have. But with Killer, it’s different. Everything with him feels more intense. “Thanks. It’s all Pinky’s doing.”
“Gonna have to cut out the eyes of any fucker who looks at you,” he mumbles under his breath.
I giggle. He’s insane.
“Don’t you think that’s a bit ridiculous? Nobody’s going to be looking at me.”
He dips his head and arches a thick brow. “Not if they know what’s good for them.”
He really is crazy.
Out in the common room, everyone is buzzing with excitement about Mac’s baby. This is a big deal.
Morpheus glances our way, and his jaw hits the floor when he sees me. “Holy shit.”
Killer growls menacingly.
