Page 89 of Made for Wilde
We spring into action, frantically reassembling our clothes. I pull my tank top back on while Koda adjusts his jeans, both of us trying to look presentable. I’ve just gotten my sweater over my head when there’s a soft knock on the door.
“How are we doing in there?” Madison’s voice sounds slightly breathless, and when I catch sight of her through the crack in the door, her cheeks are flushed pink.
My eyes widen as realization hits me. Did she see us? Hear us?
“Great!” I call out, my voice pitched higher than normal. “Just trying a few things on.”
“Perfect. I have some more options when you’re ready.”
She disappears again, but not before I catch the knowing look in her eyes. My face burns with embarrassment and something that might be excitement.
“Do you think she...” I trail off, not sure how to finish the question.
Koda’s mouth curves into that smug smile I know so well. “Probably. Does that bother you?”
“I don’t know,” I admit quietly. “It should, right? But it kind of... doesn’t?”
His smile widens, and there’s something predatory in his expression that makes my pulse pick up.
“You like the idea of people watching you get fucked, don’t you?” His voice drops to that low rumble. “My dirty girl gets off on being seen.”
I wink at him. “Maybe.”
Koda chuckles. Then he leans in close, his lips brushing my ear.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Six hours later,I stand in front of the towering iron gates. My hands smooth down the simple navy wrap dress we finally settled on after rejecting seventeen other options. The fabric skims over my barely-there bump perfectly, and the color brings out my eyes according to Koda, though right now I’m pretty sure my eyes just look terrified.
“Holy shit,” I breathe and stare up at the massive stone mansion beyond the gates. “You didn’t tell me Dana lived in a castle.”
Koda chuckles as he presses the intercom button.
“It’s not a castle. It’s just a house.”
“Just a house?” I gesture wildly at the sprawling estate with its perfectly manicured grounds and what appears to be anactual fountain in the circular driveway. “Koda, there are literal turrets. And is that a tennis court?”
“Dana likes her space.” The gates swing open with a soft hum and he guides me back toward his truck. “And yes, that’s a tennis court. She plays every morning at six.”
Of course she does.
Because successful CEO sisters who live in mansions obviously start their days with athletic pursuits, while I can barely manage to brush my teeth without gagging.
The driveway seems to stretch for miles and winds through perfectly landscaped gardens that probably cost more than most people’s cars. My stomach churns with nerves as the mansion looms larger, all stone and mullioned windows and architectural details that scream old money.
“What if she hates me?” I whisper as Koda parks beside a sleek black BMW that’s probably worth more than my entire education.
“She won’t.” He reaches over to squeeze my hand. His thumb traces calming circles on my palm. “I promise, Charlotte. Dana’s going to love you.”
Before I can spiral further into panic, the massive front door opens and Dana Wilde steps out.
She is exactly what I expected and nothing like I imagined all at once.
Dana is tall and elegant, with Koda’s dark hair styled in a sleek bob and the kind of effortless confidence that comes from running a successful company. But her smile is warm and genuine as she approaches the truck, and something in my chest loosens slightly.
“There’s my favorite brother,” she calls out and pulls Koda into a fierce hug the moment he steps out of the truck.
“I’m your only brother,” he replies, but I can hear the affection in his voice.
