You're Not Dirt

The next day, I woke up early to get ready to go to the packhouse. I was dressed in high-waisted plaid ankle pants, and a matching jacket, I wore my black high heels and looked into the mirror, a smile crossed my face. This is exactly how I wanted to look. Sophisticated and hot, I feel and look sexy, like a boss.

' A Queen!' Kira squealed, and I nodded in agreement. I carried the handbag Mila bought for me and went downstairs.

I found Azriel in the salon, drinking something in a glass, " Isn't it too early to be drinking, that?" I frowned. He finally lifted his eyes to look at me and his jaw almost dropped to the floor. I spread out my hands and twirled.

" Do I look right?" I asked. His mouth parted and closed, I watched him intently as he was failing to produce any words. He only nodded and gulped the contents of his glass.

" I'm coming with you," he said. We were about to leave when I held his arm, and he looked at me.

" Can I have whatever you were drinking, just to help c