Scarlett’s Point of View
“Whatcha’ doin, Nabi?” Lucky said to me when he came into our bedroom after everyone left the fitting.
“Thinking. Or trying to anyway, my mind is going a million miles an hour.”
“Let’s slow it down and figure it out,” he lit a joint and passed it to me, “whataya thinkin’about?”
“Dylan’s reaction to the jumpsuits.”
“Why? She loved them. She went batshit when she saw them.”
“She did. And it was an honest reaction. I can’t remember the last time she got that excited, if ever, over one of my designs.” I watched Lucky slide between my legs.
“Keep talkin, I’m listening” he said as she kissed the inside of my thighs. I took another puff and relaxed, I knew what was coming. Lucky was always a very generous lover but, in the days since I turned, he’d been even
