Page 99 of Twist of Fate
I stare at my closet in complete horror. What the hell does one wear to a speakeasy? I don’t exactly have a flapper dress. A cocktail dress, maybe? Shit, what even is a cocktail dress?
Am I overthinking this? What if everyone else shows up in jeans?
“If you’re naked under that robe, we’re not going.”
I yelp in surprise at the sound of his sultry voice. Turning, I find Finn leaning against the door frame, looking fucking edible in a black suit and a crisp white shirt. No tie this time. And he’s left his shirt unbuttoned just enough that I can see the tiniest bit of black ink peeking out.
I’m convinced there’s nothing this man can’t wear—jeans, sweats, suits; it all looks good on him. He could probably slip into one of those ridiculous adult-size Batman onesies they sell during Halloween and still look one hundred percent fuckable.
My phone buzzes again, but I ignore it as he takes several purposeful steps into the room until he stands directly in front of me. I look up at him while his eyes roam over every inch of me. “Oh, we’re going,” I tell him. “The boss is footing the bill. Plus, rumor is he’s hooking up with an employee.”
He brushes a lock of hair behind my ear and grins. “Scandalous.”
“Right? Do you think they’ll?—”
My phone buzzes again, causing him to frown.
“Who’s blowing up your phone?”
I let out a sigh. “Probably Theo.”
His brows lift in alarm. “What?”
“He’s not too pleased about our happy news.”
His tongue glides over his top teeth before he says, “I’d gloat if it weren’t for the fact that he’s currently harassing you through texts. What is he saying?”
“I don’t even know. I set my phone down before I came over here to stare at my closet.”
He laughs before scanning the array of items I have shoved in there. His fingers brush over a few of the dresses before he stops on a simple black number. “This one.” He pulls it out and studies it a moment longer. It’s a wrap dress with a plunging neckline and a flowy skirt.
I’m going to have to ditch my bra, and from the way he’s grinning right now, he knows it. “All right.”
I walk over and place the dress on the bed, and just as I’m about to undo the tie on my robe, my phone vibrates again. But this time, it just keeps vibrating.
“Now he’s calling?” Finn grits out. He snatches my phone, and before I can worry about him answering and ruining our plans, he sends the call to voicemail.
But, then he sees the slew of texts.
His expression darkens. “This guy has some nerve.”
I bite my lower lip. “Are they mean?”
“Toward you?” He shakes his head. “Thankfully no, which is why he’s allowed to keep breathing. But he doesn’t like me.”
“Well, that’s not anything new,” I confess.
“Oh?”
“He’s hated you ever since I posted that picture of us in Galway.”
A wicked smile pulls at the corner of his lips. “Ah, yes. The revenge pic. When he was here last month, he tried to pretend like he barely remembered me or the photo.”
“Oh, he remembered it. Wouldn’t shut up about it.”
“Well, then maybe it’s time for another one.”
“You want to be Instagram official, Finn?” I tease.
