#Chapter99
/"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 literally 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. Not that I even care about making an impression on him, so really, it’s not needed./" I swipe the dress from him and throw it away, over the bed this time. Glaring sternly, trying to make him stop interfering.
