Kissing Sin (Riley Jenson Guardian 2)

I did. He showed me two white cups. "Breast supports. They'll lift as well as support, and give your beautiful bounty even more prominence."

"Like I need that," I said dryly, as he lifted my boobs and slipped the supports into place.

"The more they ogle your assets, the less they ogle your face," Rhoan said with a grin. "For once, this is a good thing."

"Says the male of the species who never has to put up with men talking to their breasts rather than their face."

"There are advantages to being a male."

Like not being stripped down and rebuilt by your brother's lover. Liander handed me the so-called dress.

"What, no undies?"

"We do not need ugly panty lines with this dress."

I raised an eyebrow. "Not even ugly G-string lines?"

It was his turn to give me "the look." I grinned and wiggled into the dress. It fit like a glove, covering me breast to thigh, and left an almost indecent amount of flesh on show. "I am going to be the laughingstock of this function."

"You're going to have them drooling." Liander stepped back, his expression that of an artist studying his masterpiece. "Tug the hem down a shade more."

"Do you want my boobs all the way out?"

He grinned faintly. "No, though you have to admit, it'd definitely stop anyone recognizing your face."

The dress stayed right where it was. Half an inch more, and my nipples would be waving hello to the world. "Shoes?"

He handed me a pair of strappy, four-inch stilettos. "My favorite type," I said, running my finger down the wooden spike of the heel. "Red and ready to use."

Liander grinned. "They're becoming quite a fashion statement - though I doubt if anyone has quite cottoned on to your special use yet."

"Thank God. I'd hate to have to find another innocuous weapon."

Once I got them on, I turned and studied myself in the mirror. If smoldering sexiness was the look we'd been going for, then we'd achieved the right effect.

"What about my voice?"

"Modulators will fix that. Open wide."

I did, and he inserted the extremely thin plastic chips on either side of my mouth. The surface of the modulators were supposedly covered with an analgesic that deadened the skin as they went in. In theory, anyway. In practice, it felt like he was ripping out teeth rather than shoving in plastic. At least once they were attached, I couldn't actually feel them. And no one else would, either, unless I decided to deep throat someone.

"Those things always hurt going in," I said, when I could, amazed by the sound of my new voice.

"Stop being a baby," Liander commented, "and say the alphabet, so I know they're working properly."

The alphabet had never sounded so sexy, let me tell you. "What about a coat? Or are you intending to freeze me to death in the name of perfection?"

"Believe me, with the heat that'll be following you, you won't need a coat." He held up a hand, forestalling my protests. "I do, however, have one for you."

He handed it to me. Thankfully is was black, not eye-blinding red. I slipped it on and did up the buttons. No sense in giving Quinn a heart attack, especially when he hadn't yet decided whether he could continue a relationship on my terms.

"One final item," Rhoan added, offering me a small bag. "Clothes to change into after you leave the function."

"I certainly don't want Misha thinking I got dressed up specially for him," I muttered, accepting the bag gratefully.

Liander looked at his watch. "Time to go." He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "If this doesn't blow your reluctant vampire's mind apart, I don't know what will."

I looked at Rhoan. "Have you been discussing my love life again?"