Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
The amount of times Harper had heard that very sentence in the last few hours was unreal. Before she could get a word out, Raini pointed at the peach dress on the mannequin and asked what sizes were available blah, blah, blah.
Harper browsed the rails while they chatted, sliding hangers back and forth on the racks. She paused as she came to a raspberry red, satin, strapless dress. Decorated with little gemstones, it was tight fitted down to mid-thigh, where it then flared out.
“You look great in red,” said Devon. “This is perfect for you.”
“Definitely,” agreed Khloë. “But I’m not sure Raini will agree. She’s got a hard-on for that peach dress.”
It turned out that her cousin was right. The succubus insisted that it was the better choice.
“It’s graceful, silk, and the shade suits your skin tone perfectly,” stated Raini. “Right, Keenan?”
The incubus opened and closed his mouth several times. Then he grimaced. “Why are you involving me?”
“You’re a guy; guys like seeing girls in dresses. This will look good on Harper, right?”
Again, his mouth bopped open and closed. “Stop. Enough. I can’t handle the pressure.”
Leaving them to argue, Harper went into the fitting rooms and tried on the dress. When picking clothes, she didn’t really care about what they did for her bone structure or cleavage or ass. She just like to be comfortable and, well, feel good in whatever the item might be. This dress met her criteria perfectly, though it didn’t manage to hide all of the brand Knox’s demon had left on her breast. Not many dresses did.
When she came out of the fitting rooms, it was to find Raini and Keenan still arguing – this time about whether succubae or incubi were the better sex demon. Ignoring them, Harper went straight to the checkout.
With a bright smile, the shop assistant took the dress and did all the usual rigmarole. Carefully folding the dress and slipping it into a bag, she then said, “Have a great day.”
“I haven’t paid yet,” said Harper, holding up her debit card.
“But… you don’t need to. You own the Underground.”
“But I don’t own this store, and it wouldn’t be good for the store to be giving out free stuff.” Harper knew from her own experience that it wasn’t easy to run a business. The overheads in the mall had to be pretty high.
The shopkeeper inclined her head in respect and charged the dress to Harper’s card.
“Now we just need to buy shoes,” said Devon, but Harper shook her head.
“Another day. I’m tired.” Harper wasn’t the type of girl who could shop until she dropped. She was more of a “shop until you feel like punching random people for doing nothing more than bumping you with their bags” girl. “Time to eat.”
As they were passing a shoe and purse store, Devon grinned. “Oh, I love that red purse. So shiny.”
Scratching the back of his head, Keenan cleared his throat. “You probably shouldn’t go in there.”
“Why?” asked Devon.
“The manager once…”
“Had a little fun with Knox,” Harper finished.
He blinked at her. “How did you know?”
“I went in there a few weeks ago, and she bitterly congratulated me on my mating to Knox. With a sly smile, she said that she knows from personal experience how good in bed he is; she went on to paint a very vivid picture of their time together.” She’d mentioned how good his psychic hands felt, how desperate he’d been for her, and repeated all the little compliments he’d made as he fucked her. “She then added just how comfy his bed is and asked how it feels to sleep in a bed that my mate had fucked so many other females in.”
Devon gasped. “She didn’t!”
Scowling, Keenan said, “You’re the only female he’s ever taken to the mansion. He took the others to his hotels, and he replaced the beds in all of his penthouses once he mated you.”
“I know,” said Harper. “Knox told me the same thing months ago, which is the reason I was able to laugh in her face and say I’d add all that to the list of other fictional concepts that I don’t care about.” But it had still been horrible to hear all that shit and be reminded of how… eventful… his sex life had been before she came along. “I would have dealt her some soul-deep pain, but then she’d have known just how much she’d pissed me off.” Harper wouldn’t give the heifer the satisfaction of seeing her hurt.
“Don’t let her get to you,” said Keenan. “She’s no one. And I’m not saying she’s a slut, but she’s easier to pick up than a radio station.”
Khloë licked her front teeth. “You know, Devon, I think we should take a closer look at that purse.”
The hellcat smiled. “I think you’re right.”
Harper sighed. “Girls, let it be.”