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s like having two girlfriends help me。 One just happened not to be a girl。
The top was mostly a leather bra with lining for fort。 It was one of those that lifted and showed your cleavage to absolute best advantage。 But it was tight and held in place。 Nothing was falling out。 My cross was visible； though。 I taped it。 I'd peel the tape when I left the Circus。 Werewolves on the menu tonight； not vamps。
The bottom was sort of leather shorts； except that where the shorts stopped； straps took over。 I wouldn't be caught dead or alive in something like this； not even to make a good show of things for Richard； except that there were extras。
Two leather sheaths covered my upper arms； plete with a knife apiece。 The knives were high quality； high silver content。 If the hilts were a little elaborate for my taste； the balance was good； and that's what counted。 Two more sheaths covered my lower arms with two more knives； smaller； balanced more for throwing； though they both had hilts and weren't true throwing knives。 The bulge under Harley's T…shirt had been throwing knives； the real McCoy； slender and innocent looking until you saw them used。
There was a leather belt around the top of the shorts that my Browning's shoulder holster fit on nicely。 Edward had bought me a new Browning。 It wasn't my very own gun； but it was still nice to have。 Harley had fished a clip…on holster for the Firestar out of his duffel。 The small clip…on rode to one side of my waist for a cross draw。
The straps down my legs had small silver loops； sheaths； two more knives； one on each thigh。 No knife sheaths below the knees because boots came with the outfit。 Jean…Claude had finally gotten me out of my Nikes。 The boots were soft black suede with heels only a touch higher than I would have liked。 A tiny stoppered vial fit in small loops just below the top of each boot。 I held one up to the light； and knew what it was。 Holy water。 A nice gift from my vampire boyfriend； heh？
I stared at myself in the mirror。 〃How long has Jean…Claude been planning this outfit？〃
〃A little while；〃 Stephen said。 He was kneeling by me； tugging the straps into place。 〃We all had a running bet that he'd never get you to wear it。〃
〃Who's we？〃
〃His flunkies。〃 Stephen stood up； stepped back； and nodded。 〃You look amazing。〃
〃I look like a biker slut from hell meets soldier of fortune pinup。〃
〃That； too；〃 Stephen said。
I turned to Cassandra。 〃Be honest。〃
〃You look dangerous； Anita。 Like somebody's weapon。〃
I stared in the mirror； shaking my head。 〃Somebody's sex toy； you mean。〃
〃A dominatrix maybe； but nobody's toy；〃 Cassandra said。
Why didn't that make me feel better？
Cassandra had insisted on helping me with my makeup。 She was a great deal more skilled at it than I。 Years of practice； she'd said。 My hair was tight and curling； falling just below my shoulders now。 It needed a cut。 But for tonight； the hair was perfect。 The face was still pretty。 Makeup is a wonderful thing。 But the outfit stripped away the pretense。 I looked like what I was： something that would kill you before it would kiss you。
We walked out of the bathroom and found Edward and Harley waiting for us。 They had brought two straight…backed chairs to sit on the white carpet； facing the bathroom door。 I froze as Edward stared at me。 He didn't say a word； just sat there with a sort of half…smile on his face。
〃Well； say something； dammit。〃
〃I would say it isn't you； but in a way； it is。〃
I took a deep breath。 〃Yeah。〃
Harley stared at me with vacant eyes。 He was smiling； but not at the outfit。 Smiling at some internal music or vision that only he could perceive。
There was a long leather coat on the bed。 〃One of the vampires dropped it off；〃 Edward said。 〃Thought you might want something to cover up with until the big unveiling。〃
〃You're enjoying this； aren't you？〃
〃I'd feel better if I could guard your back。〃
〃You're going to do that with a rifle from the closest hill； remember。〃
〃Night vision and scope； fine； but I can't kill them all from a distance。〃
〃You couldn't kill them all if you were johnny on the spot； either；〃 I said。
〃No； but I'd feel better。〃
〃Worried about me？〃
He shrugged。 〃I'm your bodyguard。 If you die under my protection； the other bodyguards will make fun of me。〃
It took me a second to realize he was making a joke。 Harley looked back at him with an almost surprised look。 I don't think either of us heard humor from Edward much。
I walked towards Edward。 The leather made that little creaking sound it makes。 I stopped in front of him； legs a little apart； staring down at him。
He widened his eyes a little。 〃Yes。〃
〃I can't imagine anyone making fun of you； Edward。〃
He touched one of the leather straps。 〃If I went around dressed like this； they might。〃
I had to smile。 〃You probably would be dressed like this if you were going to be down in the clearing with us tonight。〃
He turned pale blue eyes to me。 〃I've worn worse than this； Anita。 I'm a fine actor when I have to be。〃 The humor drained away from his face； leaving something feral and determined behind。 Edward would still do things that I wouldn't； still had fewer rules than I did； but in some ways； Edward was a mirror for me。 A warning of what I was being； or maybe a preview。
Richard would have said it was a warning。 I hadn't made up my mind yet。
There was a knock on the door。 Richard came in without waiting for an invitation。 He was scowling； but the grumpy look faded when he got a good look at me。 His eyes widened。 〃I was going to e in and plain about my outfit。〃 He shook his head。 〃If I plain； will you just shoot me？〃 A smile spread across his face。
〃No laughing；〃 I said。
The smile got wider。 His voice was a little choked； but he managed； 〃Wonderful。 You look wonderful。〃
There are only two things you can do when you're dressed like Barbie Does Bondage； you can be embarrassed or you can be aggressive。 Guess what my choice was。
I stalked towards him； putting a little extra sway into my walk。 The boots made it easier； somehow； giving just the right roll。 I put into my eyes； my face； what the outfit promised： sex； violence； heat。
The humor faded from Richard's face； replaced by an answering heat and a hesitation； like he wasn't exactly sure we should be doing this in public。
He was wearing black leather pants with soft suede boots that were almost a match to my own。 His hair had been slicked back； tied off with a black ribbon。 His shirt was silk and a vibrant blue； somewhere between turquoise and royal。 It looked splendid against his tanned skin。
I stopped just in front of him； legs apart。 I stared up at him； defying him to think it was funny。 I put a finger to his lips； trailing my fingertip down his cheek； his neck； caressing the edge of his collarbone； tracing the skin until it vanished down the buttoned front of his shirt。
I stalked to the bed； fetching the leather coat。 I threw it over one shoulder so that it trailed down like a limp body； not hiding much of the outfit。 I opened the door and stood for just a moment framed in it。 〃ing？〃 I said。 I walked away without waiting for an answer。 The look on his face was enough。 He looked