Unspoken Words (Unspoken #1) (19 page)

I swear, this is God’s way of punishing me for allowing Morgan to pick out my outfit. She kept telling me that I needed to go sexy, since Jamie and I aren’t sleeping together yet, that I need to give him a sneak peek. I feel like I am giving everyone who is going to be there tonight a sneak peek.

My outfit consists of knee-high leather boots that lace up in the front, and a one-piece black police officer dress shirt that hugs my figure. The thing barely covers my ass. I specifically wore black spandex running shorts underneath to keep from showing the world my goods. The dress has buttons up the front; however, it’s low cut and stops in the middle of my cleavage, leaving my breasts on full display, thanks to the push-up bra Morgan provided. A thick black belt accentuates my small waist, which holds my baton and handcuffs. The shiny silver badge showing I am an officer of the law is displayed nicely over my left breast. The costume is complete with my sexy police hat.

Morgan curled my hair in loose curls, so I can at least try and have my hair over my shoulder to cover some of the exposed cleavage. My make-up is done heavy tonight. Morgan thought the smoky-eye look would be more appealing with the black outfit. I think I look like Cat Woman, but Morgan and Lindsey keep saying that I am rocking the outfit.

Because it is a risqué masquerade party, I also have a black sequin mask to wear, but I am praying that we don’t have to keep it on all night. I prefer to see the faces of the people I am talking to. The idea of hidden faces freaks me out.

Lindsey is dressed as a racy firewoman, which screams sexy with her leather black mini skirt and has yellow and white suspenders attached to it. She has a black, leather tank top on with a yellow and white stripe strategically placed under the breasts to bring attention to how low cut the tank is. She’s rocking a pair of black lace-up five-inch platform heel, patent leather boots. If the outfit and heels don’t catch anyone’s attention, the black fish net stockings connected to the garter belt surely will.

Morgan should have been a stylist rather than managing a club. When I look at how all three of us are dressed, I am speechless.

I ask, “Morgan, does Lincoln know what your costume looks like?”

She throws her head back laughing, “Girl, if I had to get his approval on everything I swear, my ass would be in sweats and a t-shirt all the time. I don’t think he’ll like that it reveals a lot, but he will love it when we get back home tonight.” Tilting her head to the side like she is thinking, she raises her finger to her mouth and bites the tip of her nail, “or maybe I will have my wicked way with him on his desk tonight. Hmm . . . decisions . . . decisions.”

I can’t control my laughter, “Girl, you are naughty.”

Morgan is looking at me with a devilish grin, “I’m not the one with the handcuffs, now am I?”

I place my hands on my hips and raise my brows at her, “I didn’t pick this outfit out,
you
did!”

Morgan presses her lips together and replies, “You are welcome. And Jamie will be thanking me later for it.”

Lindsey gets up from Morgan’s vanity and leans into the mirror. She grabs the lipstick and applies yet another coat to her already scarlet lips. She turns and puckers her lips at me. “Come here, let me put this on your lips. It will make your lips pop right along with your eyes.”

I walk over to Lindsey and she outlines my lips in a red lip liner, then applies the red lipstick to mine. I feel like a hooker tonight. I have a feeling Jamie and Christian are going to freak out when they see me dressed like this. I would have much preferred to wear what Morgan has on.

The cab ride isn’t long from Morgan’s apartment to Redemption, which is good because our driver had his eyes on the three of us more than he did the road. When we pull up outside, the line is out the door and around the block. Morgan told us that the event was heavily promoted, they even had a few shout outs on a few of the local radio stations this past week. Our usual group will be here tonight, with the exception of Karsen who is working at Mt. Sinai Medical Center. It was her rotation to work this weekend.

Morgan has us enter the club through the side entrance where Jason, the bouncer, is waiting for us at the door. Morgan called from the cab, so he was expecting us. Jason eyes us all up, “Damn, ladies, you are all looking sexy as hell tonight.”

He hands Morgan an earpiece. She leans over close to him before saying, “You better hope Lincoln doesn’t have his earpiece in tonight. He doesn’t like the staff ogling what’s his.” The entire staff wears earpieces while on shift. This way they can be in constant contact with each other if they need anything.

A sheepish look passes over Jason’s face. “The boss man has nothing to worry about. I know what is his and I respect what is his,” he says with a sly smile.

Morgan pushes off of Jason’s chest, and winks at him.

When we enter the club, the party is in full swing. Morgan turns around to look at both Lindsey and me. “Hold each other’s hand. It’s packed as shit in here tonight. I have the private room upstairs for us. The two of you head up there. I’m going to go check with the bartenders to make sure everything is okay before I head up, alright?” We both nod our heads and walk off in the direction of the stairs that lead to the private room.

Lindsey stops on the stairs, and turns to me “Why does she have an earpiece on tonight? She’s supposed to be off.”

I shrug my shoulders, “She told me that even though she isn’t technically working tonight, with as many people as they are expecting, she wants to be in constant contact with her staff in case they need anything.”

Lindsey and I open the door to the private room and my jaw hits the floor. Jamie is standing by the table in his costume. We didn’t tell each other what we were wearing. As if Jamie senses my presence, he immediately turns in my direction. His tongue slowly glides over his lips, then his face forms a knowing smile.

I immediately laugh at the sight before my eyes. Our guys are our very own superheroes. Jamie is dressed as Batman, mask, cape and all. My brother is none other than his trusty side-kick, Robin. I have no idea how Jamie convinced my brother to be Robin. I can only imagine how that conversation went. “Oh, hell no,” would be my brother’s response. He must have lost a bet or something. I make a mental note to get the scoop on that story.

As my eyes take in my brother’s costume, he has a red body suit on with bright green leggings. He has on his black mask, hiding his face. If I were him, I would keep that thing on all night. His costume leaves nothing to the imagination, I mean nothing.

Lindsey nudges me, nodding toward Parker. When I find him, he is dressed as Captain America. His outfit is less form fitting and leaves little to the imagination, unlike my brother’s. He has a one-piece suit, and the top is padded where muscles would be, with a large white star on the chest.

Lincoln is dressed as Thor. He has black pants on, and the top of the outfit looks as if it is armor. His large hammer is sitting on the table next to Parker’s shield. Lincoln doesn’t have a mask on, which doesn’t surprise me. Morgan mentioned that he refused to wear one, because it could obstruct his view and he needed to be able to see everything at all times.

As Lindsey and I walk towards the table, Lincoln lets out a loud whistle, then says, “Hot Damn. Look at the two of you. Is there a fire somewhere? Did I break the law? The two of you can serve and protect me anytime.”

Christian adds in, “Hey, Lins, if I light myself on fire, would you come to my rescue?” Then he wiggles his eyebrows at her in a provocative way. Lindsey just pushes Christian’s chest before putting him in his place. “Please, you wouldn’t know how to handle me. Men burn for me all the time. And not just on Halloween! I sure as hell don’t need a costume to make guys any hotter.”

The guys all hoot and holler at Christian, who is just sitting there shaking his head back and forth. “Did you know that women firefighters are professional hose handlers?” then he leans over and kisses Lindsey on the cheek. If I didn’t know better, I would think that Christian has a thing for Lindsey.

“Rumor has it, you don’t have a long hose, but I hear you’re one hell of a pumper,” she whispers.

“You’re on a roll tonight, next thing I know you’ll be telling me you scream like a siren.” Christian adds.

“That is something you’ll never have the pleasure of knowing, my friend.” Lindsey replies then tilts her head at my brother.

I look over at Jamie, who hasn’t said a word since we approached the table. I look at him, then at Lincoln, who has a huge smile across his face. Lincoln leans in and whispers in my ear, “You look sexy, baby girl. You know you’re going to drive him nuts tonight in that outfit.” He leans back and raises his brows at me, then he leans in and continues to speak, “Morgan told me your outfit was hot as shit, but I had no idea this was what you were showing up in tonight. You are going to have the man panting by the time the two of you leave.”

I pull back to look at Lincoln’s face. He grins and nods his head in Jamie’s direction. I turn to look at Jamie and all I see is the rise and fall of his chest as he is breathing hard. With the mask on, I can only see the stare being drilled in my direction. His mouth is firm. I’m not sure if he loves or hates my outfit. I smile at Jamie and blow him a kiss.

Bringing my attention back to Lincoln, I smile. “Have you seen Morgan yet?”

He leans down close to my ear so I can hear him over the music. “Nope, she said it was a surprise. But if the outfits you and Lindsey are wearing are any inkling, I know I am in for quite a shock.”

“Well, Jason was a fan of our attire this evening,” I respond.

“Oh, really? What exactly did Jason say?” He raises his brow inquisitively, “Please, enlighten me.”

Laughing, I lean in close so he can hear me, “He just said we were looking sexy as hell tonight.” I pat Lincoln on his chest, “Don’t worry, Morgan already told him he better pray that you didn’t have your earpiece in to hear what he said.”

Lincoln’s head tilts to the side as he continues to look me in the eyes. “That little shit has one job and one job only . . . keep my patrons safe. Not to admire the outfits you ladies are wearing. Especially not Morgan.” Lincoln’s body stiffens and his gaze focuses on something over my shoulder.

I turn to see what has his attention, noticing Morgan at the door. She has her hand still on the doorknob as she scans the room, probably trying to find Lincoln. When her eyes land on him, she lets go of the door knob, waving her hands down her body, as if saying, ‘do you like what you see?’

Morgan sways her hips as she walks over to us, in her beautiful peacock costume. The top is a black bustier that laces up the middle, pushing her breasts up. At the top of the bustier where the swells of her breasts are, it is outlined with gorgeous colorful turquoise, gold and black peacock feathers. Her skirt is very short, barely covering her ass. It is turquoise pleated satin with a black tulle underlay. She has black heels on with black fishnet stockings. To finish her outfit, she has black satin gloves up to her elbows and a mask with turquoise and black sequin. On each side of the mask, there are small peacock feathers. She looks stunning.

Lincoln pulls Morgan into his arms as his lips capture hers. His mouth covers hers hungrily. When he finally breaks the kiss, he smacks her ass, pulling her closer to him. “Girl, have you lost your mind? I get the idea it’s a risqué masquerade, but I don’t like the idea of every man in this place seeing what’s mine. Do you understand? It is one thing to have a party, but it’s another thing to put what’s mine on display.”

Morgan looks at Lincoln devilishly, placing her hands on his chest. “You are the only man who has
ever
seen the goods and you will be the only man who
will
ever see the goods. Nothing can be seen with this outfit. You are mine, baby, and I am yours.”

She leans in and kisses him letting him know that he has nothing to worry about. Morgan tells us to help ourselves to the buffet that they have set up on the far side of the room. There are chafing dishes set up on the table with a variety of food such as hot wings, pulled bar-b-que pork, roast beef, roasted potatoes, chicken fingers, mozzarella sticks, and fries. There are several huge buckets filled with ice with different bottled beers and bottled drinks. A small bar is set up in the corner with a bartender making mixed drinks.

I walk over to Jamie and place my hands on the sides of his face. With my heels on, I still need to stand on my tiptoes to be eye level. I lean in, removing his mask so I can get a good look at that gorgeous face. I place a soft kiss on his lips. His lips immediately kiss me back, no longer hard as they were moments ago. He pulls me into his chest and really kisses me. This kiss sends the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl. I’ve missed his lips; I haven’t seen him since our date. He showers me with kisses around my lips and along my jaw. He pulls me into him, crushing me against his chest and places a tantalizing kiss in the hollow of my neck. Kissing me tenderly while making his way back to my lips, when he reaches mine, he bites my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. It’s as if we are in the room alone. He pulls away, then leans his head into mine. His voice is husky, “You are killing it in this outfit tonight. I may not survive the evening or I’m going to have to kill anyone who looks at you.”