Chapter 5

“No, Christian.” I haul out the sexy dress from my case for the third time and throw it back on the bed. He borrowed it from a senior after a runway show they put on days ago, and I am not impressed with his choice of dress for me at my sister’s party.

“He will have his eyes pop out of his head if you wear this.” He smirks, holding up a scrap of cloth and sashaying around my bedroom like a movie star, molding it against him.

“I think most of me will be popping out in this. He’s seen me in various forms of skimpy clothing, and trust me, it does nothing for him. I know him, Chris; this will just make him think I’ve gone back to slumming it with sleazy men and backstreet nightclubs. I don’t even care about making an impression on him, so it’s unnecessary.” I swipe the dress from him and throw it away, over the bed this time. Glaring sternly, trying to make him stop interfering.

Ever since he met him, he has not stop tried to goad me into playground tactics and far-flu