“Open it.” She thrusts the bag at me. And then cocks her hip and grins.
I pull the tissue paper out and find a very sexy High Court Prep schoolgirl uniform inside. In fact, it’s an exact copy of what Isabella is wearing right now. Including a pair of very sexy, high-heel Mary Janes.
“Um.” I look up at her. “What is this?”
“I saw your bookstore bag when you came in the dining room yesterday. It was pretty full.”
“Yeah.” I blush. “I went a little overboard.”
“I was reminded of that other time when I saw your bag.”
“What other time?”
“It was a long time ago. I was maybe…” She pauses to think. “A junior in Prep? Somewhere around there. So you were young. And I saw you stealing a uniform from the lost and found.”
“Ohhhh. Busted.”
“And then I followed you.” She pauses. “I saw you put it on and pretend you were a student.”
“Oh.” I deflate a little as I imagine myself from Isabella’s perspective. Sad. I probably looked sad. Or pathetic.
She shrugs. “It looked good on you. Anyway. And then I saw that bag of school spirit and figured—that was your fantasy, wasn’t it, Cadee?”
“Yeah,” I admit. “It was. Is.”
“Well, Cooper likes that look too. Obviously.” She pans her hands down her own body, like she is exhibit A. “So I picked one up for you.”
“Why, though?”
“Why?” She frowns. “Because I want you two to be happy. If you’re happy, we’re all happy. That’s how it works. We all stay happy. Surprise him with it. It’ll make him smile. OK, so.” She folds her hands together in front of her body and smiles at me. “Let’s recap, shall we? Cooper and I are engaged. He likes you in ways he does not like me. You’re not jealous. I’m not jealous. But we both understand what’s happening here, correct?”
She tilts her head at me and waits for my answer with sideways squinted eyes.
“Um. Yup. OK. We’re… all on the same page.”
“Good. I want us to be partners, Cadee. That’s the only way this works.” Then she leans down and kisses me on the cheek. Her lips linger there for just a moment too long. Then she pulls back, twiddles her fingers at me in goodbye, and pushes her way through my billowing yellow curtains, calling out, “I’m in room 301 if you need me.”
I just sit there on the bed for a few moments, looking between the bag of sexy clothes and the curtains where Isabella just disappeared.
Did she come on to me?
I laugh. I’m seriously not sure.
Did she insinuate that she will be Cooper’s wife and I will be his mistress?
Yes. I’m fairly certain that was the goal of her visit.
And even though I’m not jealous of Isabella, I’m also not sure I want to spend my life as “the other woman”.
Cooper and I will need to discuss this.
But not today. It can wait. We just got here. I’m not going to ruin our first night sleeping in the Hunter Building as King and Queen with stupid things like details.
Nope.
I’m gonna put this sexy outfit on.
This is not an official High Court Prep school uniform. It’s better. And I look just as good in it as Isabella does. In fact, we kind of look alike, her and I. We both have the long blonde hair. She has green eyes and mine are light brown, but we’re about the same height and weight. And we both have long legs, so when I pull on those thigh-high stockings, I rock that shit.
In fact, I look so damn good in this little costume, I just stare at myself for a few moments. Then I look around at the room and start planning Cooper’s first look when he comes back. There are a lot of candles. All of them match the room in subtle shades of light blue and pale yellow. And there are two large candelabras on the bedside tables that each hold a dozen white candles.
I want to light them all and turn this room into my ultimate romantic fantasy. But it’s still daytime. So once I get them lit, it just doesn’t have the same effect.
Then I notice the heavy velvet gold curtains pulled back into the corners with large blue tassels. I release the tassels and tug on them until the room is blackout dark.
That’s much better. It’s almost like it’s night out now.
Then I plan on how I should position myself on the bed so that when he enters, his first look at me in this outfit will knock him off his feet.
I prop myself up on some pillows. Fluff up my hair and arrange all the pleats of my skirt.
Wow. That’s really terrible.
I get up, lean against the bed post, one leg crossed in front of the other, like I’m sorta rubbing my thighs together.
All right. No. That’s not good either. I’m really bad at this.
I pull on my shirt, revealing my shoulders, then face the bed—my back to the door—and bend over.
I laugh.
That’s good. I like it.
But how about this? I get on the bed and lie down with my head towards the footboard. Then I scoot up a little until my head is hanging over the edge and my hair is trailing on the floor.
I might get dizzy. I’m just about to get up and go back to the bending-over one when I hear the elevator ding.
Shit! He’s here! That was fast!
I bend one knee while keeping the other leg straight, and then reach out with both arms and grab the posts on either side of me.
Then I close my eyes and start licking my lips.
The swooshing sound of a curtain being pulled aside makes my heart thump. And I open my mouth and make pouty duck lips. “Finally,” I say. “I’m so horny. Fuck me, Cooper. Now!”
“Uh… Cadee?”
I open my eyes and see—a groin. Then tip my head up and… that groin belongs to Lars. “Shit! Lars! What are you doing here?”
He laughs. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Oh, my God. I was posing for Cooper!” I try to get up, but from this position that requires more core strength than I actually have. “Push me, Lars!”
He does, and I’m just about upright, when another voice says, “What the fuck is happening in here?”
Lars turns, I fall back, and then I’m looking at Cooper.
I twist around on my stomach and then get up on my knees in the middle of the bed. My legs are open, my hair is wild and messy, and my tits are practically hanging out of my little tie-front crop shirt.
“What the fuck, Lars?” Cooper walks into my room and pushes him out of the way, then positions himself between Lars and me.
“Cooper,” I say, scrambling to the edge of the bed. “He just got here.”
Cooper pokes Lars in the chest and Lars just glares at him. How did they get like this? They used to be such good friends. “Why are you here?”
“Someone has to look out for her,” Lars quips back.
“Me!” Cooper pokes himself in the chest now. “That’s who looks after her. You’re not the King, Lars. Get over it.”
“I will if you will.”
“Jesus Christ.” I hop off the bed and stand between them, pushing Cooper back a little. He looks down at my outfit with wide eyes. Like he really wants to know why the fuck I’m wearing this outfit in front of Lars while he wasn’t here. “Cooper,” I say, warning him not to jump to conclusions and make this a big deal. “The outfit was for you. I was posing on the bed, waiting for you, and then Lars came in.”