In Your Arms by Rebeca Ruiz Read Free Book Online Page B

give Callie a look, and she just smiles at me. “Would you or would you not bang Ashton in a trash bag, Braxton?”
                  I could feel my face feeling hot, and like I could start breaking out into hives any second now. I couldn't get rid of Braxton, he was very intent on coming with us.
                  “Maybe without a trash bag, I do have some standards.” I give Callie a look, refusing to look anywhere else but at her.
                  “See. Try them on, I'll get some leggings and those boots I saw you eying, they will go perfectly together.” She doesn't give me much of a choice, she throws the dresses at me, and runs away before I could say anything.
                  “I think you're the only woman I've ever met that despises shopping.” I look at him, hoping my face isn't that red.
                  “I don't despise shopping. I despise trying things on at the store.”
                  “Isn't this what you women live for?”
                  “You know, I really hate that you just clump us all together. We're not all the same. You'd know that if you know...you actually talked to the women you screw.” He sits down in the middle of the busy dressing room on the couch, and I go into the dressing area only covered by a mere piece of cloth.
                  I make sure no one can see inside, and I take off my clothes and shoes. As soon as I have the first dress on, I see someone throw the black boots over the curtain. They nearly hit me.
                  “Hey!” I yell.
                  “Sorry.” I hear Callie giggle.
                  “Where are the tights to this outfit that you promised?” I ask her through the curtain.
                  “I knew you would try the purple dress on first, and those don't go with tights. Just put on the boots, you'll see how great you look.” I roll my eyes and slip on the boots. Then I curse when I see myself in the mirror because I know that Callie is right.
                  The outfit really does tie in together. The purple dress was long sleeved and heavier than most dresses, and the boots made my legs look longer.
                  “Come on out.” 
                  “Fine.” I come out. Callie is smiling and she walks on over to me to pull my fishtail braid forward.
                  “Better. I should definitely be a stylist.” I smile at her. “Go try on the green one and then we'll go.” I nod and walk back into my dressing area.
                  I slip the green one on, and I can't quite reach the zipper. I call out for Callie, but no answer. “Callie!”
                  “She went to go look for something.” I hear Braxton's raspy voice behind the curtain.
                  “I can't zip up my dress, do you mind helping?” My back was to the curtain and I felt his hands on my waist then on the zipper.
                  I don't know if I was feeling dizzy from his fingers touching my back or because I hadn't eaten all day. I'd like to think that he had an effect on me, but maybe I was just making it up in my mind. I was feeling something that wasn't there, he's made it clear that he doesn't really like me.
                  Then I realized it was most likely because I had not eaten because my head felt...wrong. My knees gave out underneath me, and I don't really remember what happened next.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 9
    Braxton Wright
                  As I zipped up the dress, Ashton became really still. I looked at her face through the mirror, and she didn't look too well, looked pale. Next thing I knew, she was falling, and I somehow managed to grab her before she hit the ground.
                  “Oh my gosh, did your girl faint?” Some woman