Page 260 of His Flash Mate
Making a face, I didn’t argue his logic and resumed his allotted five-minute post-lunch cuddle session, payment for agreeing to play his part on Saturday.
As the meetand mingle portion of Saturday’s welcome event progressed, I struggled with patience.Everyone wanted to talk to Konni.And since he refused to leave my side until it was time, that meant everyone talked to me too.I met more people than I would ever remember before Mom came to fetch me.
Konni’s fingers brushed mine, but he didn’t try to stop me from leaving him.
The Steele men had meticulously planned today’s security.I wasn’t worried.Much.
They knew each staff member, had installed additional cameras inside and outside of the building, and had men on the surrounding buildings just in case.
“Everything is set and waiting for you,” Mom said, walking past Dad and Charlotte.“Nervous?”
From my peripheral, I saw Dad’s eyes light with anticipation.Why though?At having a daughter officially marrying into the Steeles or something else?
“A little,” I admitted.
We reached the hallway and kept walking.The few people out there were either heading to or coming from the bathrooms.
Mom led me to a private sitting room not far from the main banquet hall.
Inside, a dressing rack held a garment bag and two boxes.
Mom and I looked at the camera in the corner.A green light on it blinked twice.
“Thank you for doing this, Miranda,” I said.“Try not to rub it in that you watched me undress the next time you see Konni.”
My phone buzzed.
Miranda:Next time?I promised him a live, detailed play-by-play, including pictures, in exchange for earrings.Your man is a perv.
I snorted and turned so Mom could unzip me.
“Do you think she’ll actually try something?”I asked Mom softly as I switched from the less formal cocktail dress to the formal evening gown that Kaya had specially designed for me the minute she met me.It was a true work of art and not easy to get into without help.
My phone buzzed.I glanced at it as I braced one palm against the wall while holding a very low neckline in place so Mom could tug the skin colored sheath down my body.
Miranda:Stay like that for an extra second after your mom steps out of the frame.I want to ask for an upgrade to Zellon.
“Everything okay?”Mom asked.
“Yeah.Just Miranda demanding her due.When you’re done, can you move away for a second so she can take a picture?”
Mom chuckled, finished, and went to get the sheer organza overskirt.
“What is she trying for this time?”Mom asked.
I looked over my shoulder at the camera, arched my butt a little, and gave it my best “Spank me, Daddy” look.
“Earrings.She wants to upgrade to Zellon.”
“Ah, well, I think that pose you just had should do it.That sheath looks like you’re not wearing anything with the tinting they added to it.”
The designer had added shading for details that weren’t my own—the sexy start of a crack, and a hint of shadow from the apex of my legs down—to create the illusion that I was naked under the dress without being crass.
The sheer overskirt further obscured the shading so that the hints were only glimpsed when I moved.Otherwise, I looked respectably dressed in a low-cut, really pretty organza ball gown.
“Did they give any dressing tape for this?”I asked Mom.“I feel like I’m going to nip-slip if I step on the skirt.”
Mom gave the front a glance.“Don’t step on the skirt.”
