Puck, Marry, Kill (Dirty Puckers #2)

Briar

“I feel like a penguin. Waddle, waddle, waddle,” Dominic grumbles, yanking on his tie, which actually makes it more crooked than it was before he messed with it.

“It could be worse. We have an actual penguin costume if you’d prefer?” I offer, straightening it for him. “It’s only had a dozen or so people sweat in it before, so I’m sure it’s fine. Definitely better than a suit. Want me to grab it for you?” I blink innocently, as though it’s a genuine offer.

He arches a dark brow, not pleased with me, nor his current attire. “Just not much of a suit type.” He’s shifting his shoulders, pulling on his cuffs, and smoothing his tie, obviously uncomfortable.