If I were a betting gal, I'd putmymoney on a nipple. And just like that, another unwanted image flashed in my brain.
I stifled a shudder.
Stop thinking about your aunt's nipple.
Her gaze narrowed. "Don't give me that look. This dress was two-thousand dollars." She cocked a hip and announced, "You should feel lucky I'd let you wear it at all."
I almost laughed in her face. "Lucky, huh?"
"Yes. Lucky." She glanced at my feet. "And I'll be needing the shoes, too."
The implication of this was obvious. Apparently, I'd be trading my silver heels for her thigh-high red boots. I gave them a closer look.Were they leather? Or latex?Honestly, I had no idea. I mean, it's not like I was an expert in either one.
I shook my head. "Forget it."
She edged closer and said, "Listen here, you little snot. I'll have you know, I was in the middle of something when your mom called. And unlikeyou, I dropped everything to help her out. So excuse me if I'm a little miffed."
I recalled my mom saying that she'd have to find someone else to take my place. Apparently, that someone was Aunt Tabitha, which wasn't terribly surprising, given their history.
From the way they used to talk, they justlovedthreesomes, especially with rich, famous guys.
I heard myself say, "I'm surprised she didn't ask you first."
"She did," Aunt Tabitha said, "but I had plans, which I had to break, thanks to you."
Isodidn't want to speculate what those plans were. But it was pretty obvious that she'd been smack-dab in the middle of them when she'd gotten the call.
Was I supposed to feel guilty?
Probably.
But I didn't.
Did that make me a bad person?
No. Definitely not.
"Look," I said, "I didn't realize what my mom had in mind until we were halfway there, soyou'llhave to excusemeif I don't jump at the chance to give up my clothes."
"Except they'renotyours. They're mine." She gave me a cold smirk. "And I need them back."
"Why?" I demanded. "Your outfit is…" I cleared my throat. "…well, perfect."
Or at least it was perfect for whatever they were planning. I just thanked my lucky stars that those plans no longer included me.
"Perfect, my ass," she said. "Your mom? She was going for a twin thing. Hello? Matching dresses? What are you, stupid?"
I wasn't stupid, and she darn well knew it. In fact, I was a lot smarter than she ever gave me credit for.
"No, I'mnotstupid," I said. "And you know what? I'm not your niece either, so give it up already."
She frowned. "What?"
"I'm just saying, you're not even my aunt."
At this, she had the nerve to look insulted. "I am, too."
"No. You're not." By now, I was so angry that I was shaking. "You and my mom? You're notreallysisters. You're just friends. So stop acting like you have some hold over me. You don't." With an effort, I lowered my voice. "So fuck off."
