I swallow the laugh getting ready to burst from my mouth at his sullen tone and ask, “Can I come in?”
There’s a pause, then a loud, exasperated sigh. “If you must,” he finally says.
Cautiously cracking the door open, I slip inside, closing it behind me. Then I stop, and my jaw hits the floor. Eamon is standing there in his skintight black faux leather bodysuit that covers him from neck to ankles. I designed it without sleeves to showcase his muscular biceps. I’ve seen him in the bodysuit before, but seeing him in it with hair and make-up leaves me stunned. Layla outdid herself, and I make a mental note to thank her with a bottle of wine. He’s wearing a straight waist-length wig and cat ears on top. There’s a long black tail hanging limply from the back of the suit. Layla painted on a black eye mask and gave him blood-red lips. He looks hot as hell.
“What?” he asks, fidgeting.
I clear my throat and rake my eyes slowly up and down his body again. “How is it that you’re sexy as sin in your sweatsand as a cat woman?Life is so unfair.”
“Ach. Stop. You’re having a laugh at me, and I feel ridiculous.” He pouts.
“I’m not!” I promise, closing the distance between us. “If you didn’t have to be out there modeling in thirty minutes, I’d jump your bones.”
He snorts and gestures down his torso. “This bodysuit was practically painted on.”
“Uh huh…” I say, ogling the way the bodysuit clings to him below the waist.
“Acushla.”
“Hmmm?”
“Eyes up here,” he deadpans.
“Sorry,” I say, though I’m not sorry at all. “I didn’t realize just how distracting you’d be.”
Eamon rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, which does nothing for my current state of arousal.
“Okay, but on a serious note,” I say, clearing my throat again. “Does anything need to be adjusted or altered? Can you walk towards me, turn, and walk away?”
“You just want to check out my arse, don’t you?” he accuses, narrowing his eyes at me.
I huff out a laugh. “I won’t deny it, but I really do need to make sure everything is where it should be.”
“I can assure you that my cock isnotwhere it should be right now.”
“Stop.” I giggle. “I’m serious.”
“So am I, love,” he growls, stalking towards me.
“No, you have to walk like you will out there.” I throw a thumb over my shoulder towards the direction of the stage. “I need the swagger.”
“You’re killing me,” he grinds out. “But fine. Don’t you dare laugh at me.”
“Never,” I promise with a wink.
Eamon takes a deep breath, lifts his eyes to the ceiling as if saying a prayer, and then starts sashaying towards me with the grace of a lion.Of course he does.
He comes within half a foot of me, then suddenly spins on his heel, tossing his long wig in my face, and traipses away, swinging his hips. I can’t stop staring at his ass. What can I say? I’m a weak woman.
“Alright, kitty,” I say roughly. “It definitely looks good on my end. Anything you need me to check? Besides your cock?”
He lifts his eyebrows in surprise. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything so filthy come out of that sweet mouth of yours. I like it.”
I pin him with a glare.
“Alright, alright. No, nothing seems out of place. You’ve done quality work, love.”
I grin at the praise, then say, “Now, come on out. Teagan is about to throw up his lunch, and Rowan might be considering a career in cross-dressing.”
