I lick my lips as she loops her fingers through the thin straps of the dress.
She lifts it, carefully examining the material. “It’s a very nice dress. Where exactly is the rest of it?”
I snort. “You’re going to look divine. I have excellent taste in women’s fashion. Head upstairs and get dressed. I’ll meet you back here in an hour.”
Hazel keeps me waiting. I assumed an hour would be plenty for her to get ready, but I forgot about makeup and hair. I knock twice, but she doesn’t answer. So I siphon into the room, holding the shoe box in one arm and keeping the other hand over my eyes. Although I do peek through my fingers. I’m a demon, after all.
“Hazel, are you decent? Ready to go?”
Movement catches my eye as she barely peers around the bathroom door. It’s just the top half of her head, but her hair is no longer up in a messy bun. It even appears that she applied some type of eye makeup.
“Did you happen to find the other half of the dress?”
I chuckle. “There was plenty of material to cover your important bits.”
“Yeah, and not much else,” she grumbles.
“Come on,” I coax. “I’ll be truthful if your arse is hanging out.” Mostly because I can’t stand the thought of anyone else seeing her that way. “I have another surprise for you.” I shake the box and pull my hand from my eyes.
Hazel sighs, opening the door and stepping out barefoot. The black dress is tight around her chest and flares at her hips. She’s slender by nature, but that dress shows off each of her soft curves, and my mouth goes dry.
She stalls in her momentum and frowns. “Say something.”
I would if I could form words.
Gods.
She’s stunning.
Her long dark hair is normally straight, but it currently falls around her shoulders and over her breasts in beachy waves.Before tonight, I’ve never seen Hazel in makeup, and although she isn’t wearing much, she must have applied some. Her eyes are framed in coal, and her lashes are thicker and longer.
Not to mention, the pink gloss on her luscious lips.
She scoffs and spins around to head back into the bathroom.
I siphon across the room, blocking the doorway. “You are a vision. My apologies. I lost the ability to speak for a moment.”
Her head tilts, and it feels like she’s gauging whether or not she believes me.
“And good news, well, good news for you—your backside is decently covered.” I smirk, stretching my wings toward her. The tips land on her shoulders, and I slowly guide her backward as we hold eye contact. “I’m a wee bit disappointed, but I’ll live.”
Her eyes are a vivid blue that enchants me, almost like I’m being hypnotized.
The longer we keep eye contact, the harder it becomes to glance away.
“Have a seat and open this.” I give her a little shove onto the end of her bed, and it takes every ounce of will power in my system to keep from staring at her tits as they bounce under the thin material of her dress.
She takes the box and flips open the lid, examining the shoes. They’re black with small bronze and silver embellishments to match the details on her dress. They’ll sparkle under the club lights, and I love that for some unknown reason. “Wow, Annex. These are beautiful, but I’m sure they were expensive.”
I smirk.
They weren’t cheap, that’s for sure. I could have gotten them for practically nothing if I had entertained the sales associate’s advances, but there’s a certain pride that comes from paying full price.
Something seems to have diametrically changed since I met Hazel. She’s the only woman I want to flirt with.
“You’re worth every penny.” I extend my wings, making it a smooth transition as I hit a knee in front of her. Reaching inside the box, I grab the first heel and use my tail to lift her foot, placing it on my thigh. “Allow me to help.”
I work on unhooking the clasp and flick my eyes up to study her face. The makeup hides a bit of it, but her cheeks are still stained pink with a faint blush.
