Carnal House

Self conscious,who me?-Ryker

“Why can't I just wear the same dress?”

“Based on this list of events ma’am you will need at least four different dresses. Sophisticated and sexy for the dinner, evening gown for the ball, mixer and the gala, floor length for all three I would think. We can have more fun with the dress for the dinner because it is semi formal. The wedding on the other hand is also semi formal.” The stylist, Megan, helping me try on dresses said.

“Wedding? What wedding?” I said startled, as she measured my bust.

“It was on the list Mr. Malcolm gave to me.” She said, making a note.

“Scottish or English accent?” I asked.

“Scottish. I have a few options I would like you to try, I’m sure your men will enjoy the fashion show.” My cheeks heat.

“How did you know?” I ask quietly. She gives me a smile.

“With the way they watch you? I will be back with those dresses.” I poke my head past the curtain after her.

“A wedding? Really, John?” I glare at him. He just smiles at me the ass.

“Oh! I forgot Margot was getting married. I am really surprised she sent you an invitation at all.” Ash said, looking at a rack of black dresses that shimmered with an iridescence.

“Why?” I asked, not really thinking I wanted the answer. Connor and John shared a glance. They had front row seats to the changing room to see the dresses, only Ash wandered around looking.

“We dated for a while.” John hedged.

“How long is a while?” I’m going to regret asking, I just know it.

“Three years. They almost got married.” Ash said, holding out a dress for me to see, blood red. I shook my head.

Before I could say anything to John, Megan returned with six dresses at least. The first she had to pin because it was a little too big, it was a deep burgundy satin with thin straps and a deep v neckline that felt like a whisper against my skin, a small train sliding on the floor in my wake.

I turned in the mirror to see that it was completely backless, like could almost see my ass, backless.

“Please tell me you grabbed this one to mess with them?” she gave me a sly smile and a wink. I walked out to the little platform in front of the boys.

“Bloody hell.” Connor said, adjusting his pants, I slowly turned in a circle and they all groaned.

“I totally call that dress for the dinner.” Ash says snapping a picture on his phone.

“Ok, next.” Megan said, ushering me back behind the curtain.

John chose the A-line gunmetal grey lace dress with the halter neckline for the wedding.

For the charity gala, Ash chose a rose gold beaded gown that hugged my curves.

A black sequin and mesh trumpet dress for Connor’s intern mixer. All three of them had to cross their legs to hide their…well, you know.

Which only left the Boxer Ball dress, and Fox wasn’t here to choose.

“Do you have anything vintage? 1920’s Great Gatsby vibe at all?” I asked Megan quietly. “My, um…Fox, has the Boxer Ball and he isn’t here to choose but I know he has always liked that era.” Her eyes lit up as she darted past the curtain. I anxiously waited, tapping my phone against my hand.

Megan slipped back in with a black garment bag over her arm. She hung it up and unzipped it carefully pulling it out. It was gorgeous, it was red with a black mesh overlay, sequined flapper fringe. It fit like a dream.

I took a deep breath and started a video call with Fox, this time he answered right away.

“Hey.” I said, nervous as f**k.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Concern drew his brows together. I smooth my hand down my hip.

“Nothing, I um just wanted your opinion on the dress for the ball.” I hand my phone to Megan, who waves at Fox before turning the camera to the front, I couldn’t see his expression, but Megan gave me a thumbs up and mouthed ‘oh my god.’ I did a slow turn for him before she handed the phone back to me.

“Well, what do you think?” He ran his hand down his face and bit his fist.

“I can’t even f*****g think right now. I want you to wear that dress every day for the rest of our lives.”

“Okay, then. I guess I will take the dress.” I tell Megan. “I will see you when we get back. Bye.”

“Bye, bug.”

“I will pack up all the dresses and the shoes for you and meet you up at the front. I am guessing that since you didn’t show this one to them that you want to keep it a secret?” I nod my head at her and take another deep breath. I did good, and he liked it. I slipped out of the dress, and she hung it back up.

I can do this; we can do this.