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“Okay,” Fiona says, studying me in the last dress. She holds up the beaded Oscar de la Renta that was our other top choice, an incredible off–white beaded silk that fell heavily to the floor and made a fantastic shushing sound as I walked.
“This one?” She indicates the Oscar, “or that?” She gestures towards the incredibly romantic Caroline Herrera dress that hugs my waist with a tight bodice, the off–shoulder sleeves flowing down in to the flowing charmeuse of the skirt, which sweeps behind me in a five–foot train.
“This one,” I say, a little breathless, staring at myself in the mirror. I had never really been the kind of girl who dreamed about her
wedding before, but in a dress like this? I am actually starting to
feel like a bride.
“Oh thank god,” Fiona says, wiping a tear from her eye. “That was my favorite too. If you’d picked the Oscar, you’d have broken my
heart.”
I laugh a little as she picks up her phone, texting someone. I
realize, suddenly, that she’s messaging Kent – telling him to come down for final approval.
When the door opens, I turn to face him, biting my lip, wondering, passively, if he’ll approve.
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He’s looking down at his phone as he walks into the room but,
about halfway across the room from us, he glances up.
Kent stops dead in his tracks.
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I feel fear curl in the bottom of my belly. Does he not like it? Did I
make the right choice?
His whole body stiffens, his arm dropping to his side as his eyes slowly rove over my form. I turn to him, running my hands across the fabric at my hips, and see his mouth fall ever so slightly open.
Then, his eyes snap back to my own and his mouth slams shut. He takes a step forward, his eyes burning, and, surprised, I take
one step back-
My reaction is totally animal, that of prey flinching back from a
predator. Kent sees it, registers my fear, and wills himself back into
composure. His eyes flick to Fiona for a moment as he slowly rolls
his shoulders back, putting his hands into his pockets.
Then, he studies me again. It’s a mask, though, this time – I can
tell. He’s just pretending to be the passive buyer studying his
goods.
Beneath, he’s the wolf, and I am his supper.
I stare at him, aware, in some part of me, that I have made him
ravenous. I shift my position, then, trying out how this knowledge
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feels in in my body, twisting my hips so that my thighs rub together beneath the skirt of my gown.
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Kent’s eyes flash to my legs, my thighs, and I see a muscle flicker in his cheek as he clenches his jaw.
“So,” Fiona says, her arms folded, her eyes flashing between us. “I guess you like it, Kent?”
I turn my head to look at her, breaking out of my strange reverie, and blush to see the awareness on her face.
“Yes,” Kent says, and when I look back I see that he is, again, all control. “The Herrera is a good choice. Charge it to my account.”
With that, he turns and leaves the room.
“How…” I say, turning my surprise in my mind, “how does he know all the designers?” I ask.
“Baby,” Fiona says, sauntering over to me with a smirk. “He chose all of these gowns. Not me.”
My mouth falls open in surprise.
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