Music from the store filtered softly into the fitting room where Violet stood changing. She had decided on wearing the lavender two-piece, not because Asher had chosen it, but because she liked it, especially that slit in the middle.
She'd just slipped on the skirt and was reaching for the cropped top when the curtain snapped open.
Violet turned and froze.
Roman slipped in first, his grin positively sinful, while Alaric followed after him with a quiet sort of elegance, closing the curtain behind them as if they'd rehearsed this.
"Seriously?" Violet hissed, trying to cover her chest with her arms, her cheeks going up in flames. If she didn't know these men, she'd be screaming bloody murder right now.
Roman only smirked. "You left the curtain half open. That's practically an invitation."
Violet cocked her head. "Even you too, Alaric?" This was more Roman's behavior, not his.
But Alaric only shrugged, far too casually. "Evil communication corrupts good manners," He said.
