Worthless: New adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 2) by May Sage

where that dress wasn’t suitable; she wouldn’t mind wearing it every day of her life and death. She’d be the sexiest corpse of all times at the wake. 
    “Too casual,” Michael clarified, responding to her unsaid protest.
    Casual. He’d said casual. She took it as a personal insult. That dress was anything but.
    “You can get away with it at a Hollywood premiere, not at a gala. Let’s try the rest.”
    As he was footing the doubtlessly humongous bill, she just nodded.
    The second outfit wasn’t her thing. It was made of sheer material and lace, strategically placed to make it seemed like she wore nothing at all. It fell to her feet, and hid all the goods, but she couldn’t help herself from thinking that it made her seem like nothing more than a very, very expensive hooker.
    Then, she turned to Michael and saw the look he sent her.
    It was she who turned to Agnes and added, “We’ll take it, too.”
    She couldn’t boast to know him very well, but there was no doubt that he’d been about to say just that.
    “That’s a Zuhair Murad from thirty years ago. There aren’t many left, so you’ll definitely make a splash in that…”
    “You’re not wearing it Saturday, either,” he growled. “Next.”
    And just like with goldilocks, the third one was just right. For that dress, she’d give her firstborn. Suddenly, the Rumpelstiltskin story made an awful lot of sense.
    It was long, halter neck, with a plunged neckline that went down there , and a back going right down to the bottom of her spine; there also was a high split on her thigh, for good measure. The dress was forest green silk, and looked like it had been poured over her.
    “Michael?”
    “Mh?”
    “This costs more than a brand new car, right?”
    “Probably.”
    “Oh.”
    “We’d still get it if it cost more than a three story townhouse in the city, precious.”
    Agnes wasn’t very pleased with the outcome of her visit, that much was obvious. She offered to take the dresses away to get them adjusted at least a dozen times, until Michael quite literally pushed her out of the suite, handing her a check with way too many numbers on it.
    She felt a little pang of guilt at that; he could have bought a little house with that sort of cash. Or at least an apartment in the slums.
    Cece was just about to open her mouth to ask whether they should return the two dresses she wouldn’t wear but Michael had other ideas in mind.
    Just as her lips parted, he appeared right in front of her, and captured them under his. Shit . His kiss was hungry, angry and tantalizing, making her want more. The frame he pressed against her was hard everywhere, awakening a white hot, restless need in her groins.
    But just when she lifted her arms to throw them around his shoulders, responding to his kiss, he stepped away.
    “That was to clarify a little misunderstanding. Agnes Gardiner is most definitely not the woman I want.”
    On that note, he retreated to his own room.
    Oh, great, he’d been listening in again. Psychics really sucked balls.
    “I heard that!”

 
    Eight
     
    Michael sighed reluctantly, before pushing the call button. He’d ignored William for days, which had resulted to a good dozen missed calls, but he couldn’t exactly cut him off from what he’d just found out.
    “Finally! Done with your tantrum? Because we have a situation here,” his brother said on the other end of the phone.
    “Likewise. I’ve just seen Agnes out of our hotel room. Her mind has been shielded.”
    He’d tried hard, but nothing had made the walls around her thoughts crumble – only a witch could have done that. Some people learned to protect themselves from mental invasion, but it was a lengthy process, requiring a lot of focus and determination. The last time he’d seen her, she’d been an open book – so it was a new development. He just didn’t believe that she might have learnt how to keep him out within six months. Even if she had, what was her