Urges: Part Three (The Urges Series Book 3) (14 page)

“
Maybe they do
for rich guys.”

“
I think
there's a rule against it.” She scratches her head. “Safety
in numbers, and all.”

“
Don't know.
Don't care. Not going.” I roll my chair back around to face my
computer, indicating that the conversation is over.

“
Are you
seriously just going to sit here and play on your fucking computer
all night?” She gestures to the screen. “There's a whole
world out there, Sarah, and you're just letting it pass you by.”

“
We're done,”
my voice is measured.

I can feel her icy
gaze on my backside. The tension in the room is getting thick, and
I'm beginning to worry it might suffocate me. Hopefully, she'll leave
soon.

“
Please,
Sarah,” she begs.

“
No.”
I'm unwavering.

“
I've got a
really cute dress you can wear,” her tone lifts, trying to
convince me with kindness.

“
Not
interested.”

“
I'll show
you.” She stands up and leaves, matching my stubbornness. Now,
more than ever, I wish there were locks on the doors. Her father
removed them because Ethel kept locking her door and sneaking out of
the house when we were younger. Even though we're adults now, he
hasn't put the locks back on. Maybe I should ask, next time I think
about it. That would stop her from barging into my room all the time.

Ethel returns
several minutes later holding a baby blue dress on a hanger. I turn
to look at it, and I feel a heaviness in my chest. She knows I love
the dress. I've told her that every time I've seen her wear it.
Secretly, I've always wanted to try it on, but Ethel is a real bitch
when it comes to sharing clothes. The fact that she's presenting me
with it speaks volumes about how much going to this party means to
her.

“
You'll look
stunning in it,” she emphasizes the word stunning. “You
can wear these too.” She lifts up a pair of matching heels.

Crap. This is the
one and only time she'll ever offer to let me try the dress on, and
if I put it on, it means that I'll be obligated to go. Backing out
afterward will lead straight into a fight that might blow the roof
off the house, and I really don't want that.

“
I don't
know.” I bite my bottom lip.

She knows I'm
caving, and she pushes even harder. “Look. It's long enough to
be modest. Besides, it's not like we're really going to be stripping.
We're just going to use the cards to get in, and then we're going to
hang out and have a good time. You don't even have to socialize if
you want. You can find a corner to sulk in until it's time to leave.”
The corner of her lip quirks up into a smirk.

“
So you
weren't really planning on stripping?” I ask, hopeful.

“
Girl, I'll do
what I have to do. That doesn't mean you've got to though. If someone
asks us to strip, you can just pretend to get sick. I'll do all the
work.” She gives me a confident nod. The idea of watching her
strip makes me stomach turn. I wouldn't be able to hang for that. I
just know it.

I give the dress a
longing look. It's cute, with a knee-length skirt, cap sleeves, and
white lace embroidery on top. Nothing that a stripper would wear. I
want to try it on so badly.

“
Come on,
Sarah. It's just one night. You can help your sister out for one
night.” She lays on the puppy eyes.

“
Fine,”
I sigh, caving. What did I just get myself into?

She squeals,
absolutely delighted. “Yes! Oh, thank you. Thank you. Thanks
you. You won't regret this. We're going to have the best night ever!”

How wrong she was.