Broken
AUTHOR: Trace
*Disclaimer and all the nifties in the Prologue:
Chapter Twelve:
I took one look at the clothes Jean-Claude had
piled on the bed and burst
into a fit of near-hysterical laughter.
It was a leather body-suit, as modest as a
body-suit could get,in that it
wasn't obscenely low-cut. But, that wasn't what had made me laugh.
I expected
the leather from Jean-Claude.I might've been worried if it had
been anything
else. He was the epitome of 'dress to impress'.
What had me giggling until I had tears in my
eyes was the silver penguin
painted on the chest of the body-suit. God,but it was the cutest
damn thing
I'd ever seen.
No way in hell was I going to wear it where
anyone but Jean-Claude would
see it. Okay, and maybe Asher. But only because I knew Asher
wouldn't say
anything to anyone.
Jason was grinning as he handed the body-suit
to me,his eyebrows raised
suggestively.
I rolled my eyes and tossed the body-suit back
onto the bed,heading for
the walk-in closet.
Some of the clothes were so exotic I wasn't
sure how to get into them.
Geez.Jean-Claude certainly had a flair for the dramatic.
And the slightly slutty, by the looks of some
of the torture
devices-ah,clothes.
I dug around in the closet until I found a
pair of pants. Okay,so they
were vinyl. They were still pants,dammit. The closest shirt I
could find to
anything normal was a blood-red halter top that made wearing a
bra impossible.
Jean-Claude really was beginning to be a bad
influence on my wardrobe.
And,of course,there were no normal shoes. God
forbid that the Fashion
King be caught with a pair of Nikes on his property.
I had a choice of combat boots, or heels that
looked like they had
criss-crossing straps all the way up to the knees. If I ever met
the person
who invented heels, I was going to torture them to death with
bamboo slivers.
I chose the combat boots. At least I could
kick Jean-Claude for not
getting anything I'd wear in public.
The one thing that made the outfit worth
wearing,besides it actually
being comfortable, was imagining the look on Jean-Claude's face
when he saw
me in it.
I changed in the closet,since Jason didn't
appear willing to give me any
privacy, and came back out when I was dressed.
Jason blinked at me,mouth slightly open.
"Whoa...marry me?"
I laughed and shoved him lightly. "You
are too much,Jason."
Jason grinned. "Why,thank you."
I shook my head at him, grinning back. Jordan
D'Ubervilles was in police
custody, John Burke was probably going to live, Bert had hidden
and stayed
alive, and I was dressed to shock the hell out of Jean-Claude.
Life was good.