I blew out a breath, then opened the door and walked inside. Rhoan and Liander were making out against one of the stall walls.
"You want me to come back later?" I asked dryly.
Rhoan came up for air, and gave me a wide grin. "Your timing could have been better, but this will keep."
"You sure?"
"No, but Jack will kill us if we delay more than necessary." He squeezed Liander's rump then stepped away.
Liander's gaze met mine, amusement silvering the gray depths. "Besides, making you up is almost as much fun as making out."
"You obviously lead a sad sex life."
"Well, your brother could use a pointer or two, but hey, he's not untrainable."
Rhoan crossed his arms and leaned a shoulder against the wall. "Careful what you say, or I might just take this unworthy body elsewhere."
Liander snorted. "You do anyway."
"Now, boys," I interrupted, feeling an argument headed our way. "Work first, lovers' tiff afterward."
"No," Rhoan corrected, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Work first, then sex, then lovers' tiff. Get your priorities right, please."
"Sorry," I said dryly. "So, have we decided what sort of look we're going for this time?" The last time we'd done this, I'd become an albino prostitute. Not the sort of look one needed for an upmarket function.
Liander tossed me a small bottle of lavender fluid. "Go shower with that first. It'll erase your base scent for the next twelve hours."
Relief ran through me as I headed for the showers. At least if the wolf that had used me in the breeding center was there, my scent wouldn't give me away. Once I'd washed, I sat in the chair Liander had swiped from one of the offices, and let him loose.
"Quinn has been photographed with a parade of smoldering, brown-haired beauties in the past," Liander explained, as he began to recolor skin and hair, "so that's the look we're going for here."
"And will this goop wash out easily?" I asked, watching with a faint sense of horror as my red-gold hair became a chocolaty, hazelnut color.
"Yes. Trust me."
I did trust him, but that didn't stop the dismay. I mean, I loved my hair. Loved its color. Watching it become brown was more than a little disturbing.
But it was amazing the difference hair color, blue contacts, and a bit of fancy makeup made. It wasn't me in that mirror. It was someone else. Someone suitably smoldering enough to hang off a billionaire playboy's arm.
"Wow," Rhoan said, which was basically what I was thinking.
"We haven't finished yet." Liander's expression was pleased as he held up a scrap of vibrant red material. "Now the dress."
I gave him a deadpan look. "That is not a dress. That's a tube of fabric."
"This tube is the very latest in evening wear, and costs a sheer fortune."
"That doesn't make me like it any more."
"You'll look stunning in it."
"I'll look like a damn beacon. People will have to wear sunglasses to look at me."
Liander grinned. "We want people to look at you. We want people to admire that glorious body of yours, and not look any deeper."
I raised an eyebrow, a faint grin twitching my lips. "Glorious body? I thought you ate on the other side of the fence? What's with the sudden appreciation of the female form?"
"I may eat on the other side, as you say, but that doesn't mean I can't admire a luscious female form like yours." He lightly slapped my arm. "Stop fussing and stand up."