Deep Surrendering: Episode Eleven Read Online Free PDF Page A

running his hands through them and then tugging on my hair as he pulled me into a secret alcove so we could make out and do other things that were definitely forbidden, but oh so good.
    “What do you think?” the hairdresser said for the second time. I’d gotten lost in a lustful daydream again. I looked at myself in the mirror and turned my head to the side and then stood up to check out the back with the hand mirror she gave to me.
    “It’s perfect.” The last thing was my makeup and I stuck with classic red lips and smoky eyes. By the time I was done, I had to rush to Sloane’s studio to put on the dress before Fin picked me up.
    Rory, Chloe and Sloane already had their dresses on.
    “What took you so long?” Sloane was frazzled, but gorgeous, as always. Her black hair shone like liquid down her back. Rory and Chloe were stunning as well. I had hot friends.
    “Sorry, sorry.” The studio was empty, so I quickly stripped down to the strapless bra and seamless underwear. They all helped me step into the dress and Sloane zipped it up before tugging and pulling to make sure it was hanging in the right places and didn’t show anything it wasn’t supposed to show.
    “Smile,” Rory said, holding up her phone. I was already smiling as she took the picture. Then we all got together and took the obligatory duck-face selfie that Rory promised not to share on social media. I hoped she kept that promise.
    We all gathered in front of the mirror to make last-minute adjustments.
    “I would just like to say that if I’d just met any one of you, I would want to bang you,” Chloe said and I rolled my eyes.
    “I’m going to take that as a compliment,” Rory said as someone knocked on the metal studio door. Sloane went to get it and in walked Rory’s redhead, Lucah Blythe. He wasn’t my type, but I had to admit that he definitely looked good. Rory put her arms around him and instead of kissing her, he whispered something in her ear that made her smack him on the arm.
    “Yeah, yeah. Enough of that. Turn around and smile,” Sloane said, holding up her phone. Rory and Lucah both turned and flashed dazzling smiles. “Okay, now do the prom pose.” Then Sloane asked them to do a whole variety of silly poses, which they did. As they were pretending to tango, there was another knock and I rushed to slide open the door to find my own dark prince.
    He took my breath away. He’d gone to extremes with the theme, donning a black tux, and black shirt; the only white being his silk tie. I had to stop myself from licking my lips. God, he looked good enough to eat.
    “You’re doing it again,” he said with a smirk.
    “Can’t help it. You look like a dream and a nightmare at the same time.” That was a good way to describe him, actually. A dream and a nightmare wrapped into one person.
    “So do you,” he said, brushing his hand across my shoulder and causing me to shiver with his touch.
    “Hey! Pictures,” Sloane called out to us and I let him in. Eventually we had to cut Sloane off or we’d be late.
    “Not to pat myself on the back, but can I sew or can I sew?” she said, beaming. Sure, I got a free dress, but Sloane got more out of this deal than we did. I’d wear anything she sewed because it made her so damn happy.
    “You definitely can sew,” Rory said, leaning against Lucah as we walked toward the limo we were sharing.
    “I just wish…” she said, trailing off and looking into the distance, like she was looking for something. Or someone. Rory gave her a look and Lucah got a little red and cleared his throat. I didn’t know what that was about, but I had my suspicions it had something to do with his brother and Sloane. I didn’t know the details, but I was definitely curious. I made a note to ask Sloane about it later.
    We all piled in and of course there was champagne. Sloane nearly lost her mind when Lucah poured it out for fear one of us would get something on her dress.
    “Calm down. I know you have stain