Chapter 4
Corrine
“What do you think, Jamison?” Kaz twirls in the dressing room in a silk lingerie set, making sure to wiggle her ass when she’s got her back to us. Riley and I are still grabbing our own things to try on and I catch the eye roll that Riley gives at Kaz’s booty shake.
“I think,” Jamison starts, shifting in his seat, “you better plan to buy that one.”
Kaz smiles, clearly pleased with Jamison's reaction. Normally, the other isn't far away when I’ve been around one of the twins. Jonathan and Jamison seem to go everywhere and do everything together, so I was surprised when only one showed up with Kaz today.
We’d decided to have a girls' shopping day because, as I’d explained to Riley the night before, I still hadn’t heard from Xavier since the hospital day. No texts. No calls. Not even a “Hey, I hear we’ve been fucking sorry I didn’t know who you were” text.
It’s not like I hadn’t given him the opportunity. I had tried to visit him in the hospital again, but the nurses had said he was resting. I assumed this meant he didn’t want to see me. Then, once he was released, I offered to bring dinner by. He had simply said, “No thanks, I’m good.”
So, wallowing in my anger, I asked Riley if we could get together for retail therapy. She agreed, and the session had evolved to brunch and mimosas with Kaz, who is now shopping for lingerie.
“You don’t need to be here, you know,” I say to Jamison, stepping into the room next to Kaz’s. “I can take care of myself.”
“Listen, Corrine,” Riley says, “the guys are just not sure what Lockhart is willing to do. We still don’t know who hit you guys that night. And we know what Lockhart is capable of…” She trails off, I’m assuming, remembering snippets of her recent past.
“I just don’t need a babysitter,” I say. I have pulled on a strappy bodysuit; it’s sheer and sexy and I fluff my hair in the mirror. I would normally love trying on new, sexy things, but I’m just not feeling it.
“Hey,” Jamison says. “Would you ladies want to come out this weekend? The guys are talking about getting to a club.”
“Ohhhhh!” Kaz squeals in the next stall. “Yes!”
“What do you think Corrine?” Riley asks from the couch next to Jamison. “Would that be ok?”
I look at myself again. Where Riley is curvy and full, I’m leaner and sharper. I love to run, lift, and push myself in the gym. At work, I have to be energetic since I head marketing and events for the top art galleries in the city. I pride myself on my appearance and my energy.
Right now I don’t feel good about either.
Maybe a good fuck will help.
“I’m in,” I say. I want to know if Xavier is included in this night out, but I refuse to ask Jamison.
“Let’s get new dresses for this,” I say, peeking at Riley. She just smiles and nods. I’m already starting to feel better about my plan.
Look hot, make Xavier jealous, and find a new man or woman to take home. It should be easy. It was before…