We walk into the boutique, and it appears I am already being snubbed by the younger-looking bridal consultant, who merely glances up upon our entry with no greetings whatsoever from her perch at the register. I guess my tattooed up blue money isn’t as good as her lily-white money. Last time I checked- it spends the same. Luckily, moments later, an older petite woman comes out the back room from behind a curtain, looking perfectly put together with her red hair streaked with white swept up in an elegant updo. She clicks her tongue at the girl behind the counter before walking straight to us, arms stretched out for Fletcher. He embraces her with a tight hug and kisses on each cheek. When she turns to me and smiles, suddenly, I see the family resemblance from the green eyes, to the red hair, and even the dimples.
“Blue, this is my Nana Landry,” Fletch says with a mile-wide smile.
The woman looks back at me with kindness in her eyes, no judgment, “You are just as beautiful as Fletcher said you would be,” she says with a smile and giving my arm a squeeze. “I am Fletcher’s grandmother, and please, call me Nana too. I believe you met my daughter Camila already?” I must have made a stink face because Nana gives a little snort-laugh back in response. “Camila isn’t so bad as she first appears, dear. I raised her better, but I blame her weak-minded husband, Mason, for letting her get away with murder over the years.” I look to Fletcher to see if she is for real talking about murder in a literal or metaphorical sense; he merely shrugs as if to say it could go either way. “Now, I understand from my grandson here that the Leblanc’s are having some kind of charity gala this evening, and you need a dress, right away?”
“Mmmm-hmm,” is all I can get out as I have no experience with formal wear, heck I didn’t even go to my prom being so wrapped up in my own misery after my mama’s death.
“Let me get a good look at you.” She steps back and has me do a spin taking in her thoughts on my general size and figure. “I think I know just the dress!” Nana says as she hustles back to the backroom to retrieve it.
“Make it sexy, Nana!” Fletcher hollers after her before turning his attention back to me.
Fletcher takes my hands and gives them a squeeze. “So, the store is named Landry’s after your grandmother, your mother’s mother, which is also your last name?” I question.
“Obviously.”
“And your dad, what, took her last name when they got married?” I ask him, quirking my brow.
“Exactly. We are a very progressive family believe it or not.” He says with a wink. “Just like when we get married, I’ll become an Underhill.” My mouth gapes open like a fish out of water as he turns on his heel and heads towards the direction of the dressing rooms snickering. Yeah, I’m just going to leave that alone for the moment.
Fletcher awaits me, holding the dressing room door open, as I slide in and start taking off my shoes, jeans, and top, and slipping on a provided robe hanging on the side hook. I can’t help but blush a little as I feel Fletcher’s heated gaze linger on my body.
The moment is briefly broken as Nana knocks on the door and opens it to show me one of the most gorgeous dresses I have ever seen before. It is a unique, long, ball gown with a black tulle skirt, a halter top, and plunging V-neck trimmed with lace appliques. It is stunning.
“Do be a dear Fletcher and help your beautiful girlfriend into her dress,” Nana says with a genuine smile again as she closes the door behind her.
I unzip the dress from the hanger and lower it to the floor to step into it. I pull it closer to my chest, removing my bra, and look back over my shoulder, waiting for Fletcher to zip me up. My heart flips at the look on his face. The boy is shook.
Fletcher delicately traces my hips with his hands before moving to my back and starts to zip my dress up slowly, feeling his hot breath on the back of my neck, as he sweeps my hair to the side to finish fastening the frock, has me shivering in pleasure. Instead of making a move, though, Fletcher surprises me by drawing my attention to the mirror in front of us as he stands behind me, his hands back to my hips, grasping them possessively from behind. I bring my eyes up the mirror only to lock on his. Fuck, this man has me smitten. The look of adoration on his face towards me- well, he’s just so gorgeous he could make angel’s weep.
I try to shake off my lust-filled haze and take in my reflection in the mirror. The dress accentuates my curves in the best way. It flares at the bottom and hugs my ample tits at the top. I think this dress makes me look sophisticated and badass all at the same time.
Fletcher twists me into his arms and gives me a punishing kiss, bruising my lips as he backs me up to the door of the dressing room, letting his hands trail my hips and ass, but never letting his fingers dip down to give me the delicious friction I so desperately crave.
He rests his forehead down against mine and kisses it. “You steal my breath away,” he murmurs as he backs away from me, leaving me panting.
Trying to lighten the mood and regain some of my composure, I ask him, “And do you know what the best part of this dress is?” He shakes his head.
I pop my hands in the side of the dress and pull them out, “Pockets!” I squeal.
“Pockets?” He questions, looking amused.
“Yup, for when I need to carry a weapon and shit,” I say with a devilish smirk.
“Or bacon!” he exclaims, pulling out a ziplock bag of bacon leftover from breakfast and dangling it in front of my face.
I snatch it from him and give him another cheeky smile and a quick peck on the cheek, “I love that you get me.”
“Nana! We’ll take the dress!” Fletcher calls out right before sweeping me into his arms and then into a full-on backward dip like I’m fuckin’ Ginger Rogers, and he’s my Fred Astaire. I can’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl over my sweet, funny Fletcher.
Tonight is going to be epic.
Chapter Eleven: Clint
My whole house smells like cologne and whiskey. I never thought I would have all my best friends basically living with me.
It’s kind of nice.
We’re all dressed in our best formal wear. Tonight might be a mission of sorts, but we still want to make Blue feel special. This will be her first gala and first time dressing up. Fletcher wouldn't even give us a clue what they bought, and you never know with Blue. So, my breath is completely stuck in my throat when our demon princess comes strolling down the stairs in her black dress and pink hair.
“Whatcha think, boys?” She asks with her hand, fingers stacked with tiny gold rings, propped on her hip. My eyes are glued to her hair. It cuts off at her shoulders, and the color reminds me of a dark pink sunset over the ocean. Pink fits my Blue too.
“I don't know if I have ever seen anything as beautiful,” Cole says after a beat. He probably had to unscramble his brain like I did. That's what she does to us. She turns our minds to mush with her beauty and brutality.
“You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.” I finally choke out while my eyes roam her body, drinking in every detail. I can’t wait to push that skirt up and fuck her into oblivion. My mouth is already watering.
“Breathtaking. Pink suits you. It’s like cupid turned into a demon.” Fletcher says with a wink, making her snort out a laugh.