Dead Sexy by Aleah Barley Read Free Book Online

naughty, deviant, law-breaking sex. “This is what I always wear to work.”
    “You don’t always work for me.” He gestured around my office. “Think about it. We’re going to interview he families of the newly deceased. You’ve got to have something else to wear. Something respectable…” He waved his hands up and down in front of me. “Something without holes in it.”
    Okay, maybe the T-shirt hadn’t been the smartest choice. It was clean. I nodded. “I’ve got a dress, for my date tonight.”
    “Your date.” His expression was deadpan.
    “With Hick, remember?”
    “You’re not going on a date with that idiot.”
    Uh huh, and I’d start obeying D.S.’s orders when hell froze over. A hundred and fifty dollars an hour did not give him the ability to dictate my personal life, even if it did allow him input on my wardrobe. I rolled my eyes and grabbed for the bag I’d stowed underneath my desk. I pulled the dress out and brushed away its wrinkles.
    D.S.’s jaw clenched. “You don’t have anything else?”
    “You don’t like it?”
    “It’s a great dress, but if you put it on then we’re going to have an entirely different set of problems. I’m a Biter, not a superhero.”
    Maybe he had a point. The dress was short, tight, and red. It wasn’t my sluttiest piece of clothing, but it was damn close. I dropped it back into my bag. “I think my mother’s got some stuff in her office. I could go take a look.”
    “I’ll go with you.”
    Right, I bit back a groan, because I couldn’t be trusted to pick out my own clothing.
    I led the way out of my office and down the hall. My mother had meetings scheduled all day—which wasn’t exactly a surprise—so I was free to rifle through her closet. There were a couple of dresses, some button down shirts, and half a dozen suits that would look good on any middle-aged politician.
    D.S. brushed me out of the way. “Your mother has nice taste.” He ran his fingers across the hangers. “Good quality.”
    “I’d rather be naked.”
    “Maybe later.” He pulled a pale dress out of the closet and gave it a quick look. “Put this on.”
    “Uh huh.” I took the dress and held it up against my body. The thing wasn’t exactly horrible. It was a sleeveless sheath of cream colored silk that would meet my collarbone and brush my knees. “Turn around.”
    “My pleasure.” He turned back to the closet while I hurried to pull my T-shirt off over my head and slip the dress into place.
    Unless D.S. had eyes in the back of his head, he wasn’t going to see anything. That didn’t stop me from waiting until the sheath was in place before shimmying out of my shorts. The dress felt good on. It was a little snug in certain places—pulling against my perky breasts and round hips—but other than that it seemed to fit. The short slit on the side, even meant I’d be able to run if I needed to.
    “Okay,” I said. “What do you think?”
    D.S. turned around slowly. His dark eyes went wide. “Damn.” His mouth twitched up into a half smile. “Maybe it’s not the clothes. Maybe it’s just you.”
    I grinned. “Thanks.”
    “One last thing.” He turned back to the closet and picked out a powder blue jacket and thrust it at me.
    The jacket was part of a smartly tailored suit that my mother usually only wore to weddings and baby showers. It looked horrible. I pulled it on just so I could make a smart-ass comment… and then I caught my reflection in the mirror hanging off the office door.
    I looked good. Damn good. I needed to put up my hair, but other than that I looked classy. The dress’s creamy silk should have washed out my pale skin, but instead it made my cheeks glow. The powder blue jacket skimmed my curves and brought out the steel color of my eyes.
    My feet were too small for the heels that lined the bottom of my mom’s closet, but I had a pair of buttery leather boots in my office that would complete the outfit.
    “I look like a grown up.” I