Big Bad Wolfie

"Try this one."

Blondie threw me another dress. This one is fire engine red and strapless.

Ugh, strapless. My worst enemy.

I held it out in front of me. "Ummm, that's cute. Where's the rest of it?"

"Funny. Now shut up and put it on," she responded flatly.

I chuckled. "You think I'm kidding? Where's the bottom half?!"

"Believe me," she shoved it back into my chest, annoyed, "you may have a bit more to cover back there than most, but it's there."

I let out a huff at that but turned to head behind the changing curtain. "I hate all of you," I threw over my shoulder.

Just wanted that fact to be known.

I squeezed into the dress.

Oh my Goddess.

There's no mirror in here, but I don't need one to know there must be a bottom half of this dress that got lost in production or something. Either that, or the company wanted to save money on cloth.

'Cause I have shirts that cover more than this.

And the completely sheer skirt that starts at my waist and falls down to the floor does not count as 'coverage'.

Not to mention, my air supply is being cut off by how freaking tightly this thing is clinging to me. Things are being squeezed that should not be squeezed.

"Come on! How long does it take to slip on an oversized, over priced tube sock with a curtain around it?" I heard blondie complain.

"Thank you!" I yelled in agreement.

She banged on the wall next to the curtain. "You have three seconds and I'm opening this curtain. So if you're not covered, do it quick." I saw her fingers wrap around the cloth. "3."

"Oh, um, that's not really a good idea."

"2."

"We don't even need to bother showing it, it —"

"1."

No more curtain between me and the rest of the cruel, judgmental world.

Everyone in the room could see the red mini dress that was trying to pass itself as a gown with its floor length, see through train. Along with my exposed shoulders.

I immediately looked to blondie, and the shock was evident on her face. Not too evident, 'cause she's trying to hide it, but still there.

Hm. Guess she underestimated what it actually takes to cover up back there.

And other things in need of covering.

I gestured to the too tight dress.

Or kid's red beach towel.

"What? Doesn't it just scream class?" I put my hand on my hip and stuck it out. Probably nearly flashing everyone in the room with the slight movement.

She stayed staring silently. Probably too stunned to respond.

I decided to help her out. "Next?"

"Next," she nodded.

I hopped off the platform I was on and took to the racks myself before any of them could get out of shock.

I know exactly where I'm heading. I just have to get there before —

where do you

didn't last

swooped in.

"Why?" I questioned, frowning.

wearing before, that

c'mon. Just this blue dress." I grabbed onto

"No."

even look

pulled me by the arm back to the main area. "Woah! Oh, c'mon. Ah. Oof. Okay! You don't have to

me and sat

and plopped onto a chair

than I thought it was gonna

me the next dress, and it was the same thing all over

— thank goodness — will provide a little more coverage. It goes down to the floor with a slit to my mid thigh. The lace covers the whole

the plunge neck line is a little

Also, did she not learn her lesson about strapless dresses from the

time, it was just ugly on me — Blondie got mad and threatened to pull the curtain back. Then did. I ran off in the direction of a dress that I know won't make me look like a sausage in its wrapping. (Why is everything they're giving me

. . Growling? coming from the entrance

Well, that's new.

cut off abruptly, but I definitely heard it.

turned to see the origins of it and found their alpha/my mate/holy crap I don't

the guy holding

I know what's going on

to fight the

sending the

I was immediately released.

smirk got harder

Haha

went back to semi normal and gave me a

Then something unexpected happened.

grin slipped

then. I didn't peg

for the ideal reason, but he still surprised me. The rock hard features on his

the uptight, no fun type. Always with a straight, hard face, and when he wasn't, he would try and hide it. But no. He'll look

grins mockingly when he notices how uncomfortable you are with

over my

haven't said

you want to, so just shut up," I repeated

shook his head, the smirk

actually looks like a

Cute.

What?

No.

Freaking mate bond.

He asked,

Alpha," she responded with a

you've made the

"Um, well —"

you'd better hurry. It's already," he checked

She gasped. "It is?!"

asked, surprised. "Wow, time flies

it is, so what's the problem?" He questioned, ignoring me. "The event starts at 5, and you need to be ready

we, um. . ." Blondie struggled to reach for the

form fitting. I look like a sausage," I answered for her, a deep frown

and chuckled. "You do not look like a

tilted his head as his eyes raked over me slower. Looking like he's actually taking

fought

made eye contact with me, the smallest of grins coming back on, ".

I picked up a couch pillow and threw

and

Boo.

enough messing around, you need to get this figured

Blondie nodded.