Page 97 of Shattered King

I grabbed the shoes and speed-walked past the bathroom to the living room. Grabbing my phone from my purse, I dialed Ruby.

“What’s up?”

“The dress is too tight. We didn’t factor in my ass or my boobs. I look like one of Raul’s strippers.” The bathroom door opened and I heard Hunter head to the bedroom.

Ruby was silent a few beats. “Text me a selfie.”

“What?”

“Let me see. I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.”

I clicked the camera icon, angled it down to get in most of my body, and sent it to her.

“Got it. Let me just take a look.” Silence.

My face started to get hot. “Ruby,” I hissed down the phone. “What did I tell you, I look . . .”

“Hot,” she cut in. “Damn, girl, if I had curves like that, I’d have that shit out any chance I got. Now stop freaking out, get your shoes on, and have a good time.” Then she ended the call.

Shoes!

I sat on the couch and slid my feet in. I hoped Ruby was right. At this point, I had nothing else to change into.

I’d done up the first shoe and was working on the second when I heard Hunter walk into the room. He stopped several feet away. I kept my head down, finishing what I was doing. It was crazy how nervous I felt about his reaction to the way I looked. Butterflies were going nuts in my belly. I stilled, took a steadying breath.

“Stand up,” he said in a rough voice.

I stood, straightening the fabric over my hips as I did.

“Look at me, Lulu.”

I lifted my head, no more hiding.

Wow. He was wearing a different suit than the one he’d had on the other morning. This was charcoal, and fitted him perfectly. He looked drop-dead sexy. My lady parts totally agreed and did a happy little flutter. “Hey,” I said into the silence.

He didn’t say “hey” back. He stood there like his boots were glued to the hardwood floor and stared at me. His gaze moved over my face, my hair, down my body, lingering on certain key areas, then down to my legs and the shoes.

Still, he didn’t say anything.

I was starting to freak out. I felt my face get hotter. “I . . . ah. I borrowed the dress from Ruby. The shoes, too.”

He shook his head. “They’re yours. She told me you didn’t have anything. I sent her out shopping.”

“What?” My mouth dropped open.

“The dress, the shoes, they’re yours.”

“But . . .”

“Come here,” he said low, so low it hit every one of my hot spots. “Now.”

“You’re being bossy again.”

“Fucking now, Lulu.”

I rolled my eyes dramatically, though I really didn’t feel as pissy as I was attempting to pull off. I was too busy worrying over the way I looked. I walked toward him, his gaze locked on me as I closed the distance.

“Turn around.”