I had to admit, I loved my boys but there was something awesome about hanging out with Jordan. She never thought it was weird that I didn’t know everything and she always made sure we were talking about something, so I didn’t feel anxious. Plus, she had a fantastic taste in music.
We had some rock bands playing as she painted her nails and I tried to copy a makeup design I’d seen from vogue. The woman at the store had included a bunch of makeup, but until yesterday, I hadn’t tried them out. Now that I had, I was finding I could get really into it considering it was so much like painting. Jordan had curled my hair and while I had no idea what I was going to wear tonight, I was feeling really good about myself.
“What should I wear?” I asked curiously.
“Wear something you have been wanting to, but never get a chance to,” She explained as I tilted my head and made my way over to the closet. I selected a really cute light pink dress that had a tulle skirt, but was a heart shaped sleeveless top.
“I love that but you are going to need a cropped jacket or something,” she called.
“Why?” I frowned, I mean I may get cold but that wasn’t a huge problem usually.
“You have mating bites all over you,” Jordan explained with a devious grin, “the humans won’t understand.”
“Oh,” I blushed, stepping into my closet and easily changing out of my relaxed clothes from this morning to the dress. Looking in the mirror I sighed because she was totally right. I frowned and searched for a jacket, finding the perfect one before leaving the closet.
“You look fantastic,” she nodded, “freakin’ adorable.”
I scowled loving her words but also hating them, “I don’t want to look adorable.”
“Honey,” she grinned, “you are wearing pink tulle.”
“Well help me then!” I growled, as she hopped up as if she’d been waiting for that.
“Are you sure?” She arched a brow, “Because I can make you look sexy but numbers 1-7 down there might throw a fit.”
I twisted my lips and then realized that would mean they would probably get growly... and this was a fantastic idea. “Yes. I love this idea.”
It was like I made Jordan’s day and only thirty minutes later I was looking like one of those girls from the magazines I always read. My dark jeans were high waisted and I had a pink silk tank top tucked into it, showing off a bit of cleavage. Finally, I was wearing matching pink heeled boots, lipstick, and a black leather jacket. I twirled finding myself elated at how I looked.
“This is amazing,” I exclaimed, “Jordan you are freakin’ magical.”
“Thank you!” She chimed, petting Bella who had calmed down and now was loving her. Jordan was wearing this really cool black and green off the shoulder dress and a large dark hat with her heels. Honestly, she had such a good sense of fashion.
“Can I bring Bella down do you think?” I turned my head curiously.
Her head tilted, “Probably, better decide though because people have been arriving for the past fifteen minutes.” I was a bit nervous about the heels I was wearing but they had a wide heel and were this soft velvet material so I felt like I would be fine.
“I’m nervous to meet everyone,” I stated softly.
Jordan’s green eyes went wide, “Shit, that’s right, you know nothing about shifter culture.” I had never told her that so it must have been painfully obvious.
“Don’t sound so panicked,” I squeaked.
“It’s fine,” She sat up further and motioned for me to sit down as Bella snuggled between us. Jordan breathed in and the minute she started talking I did my best to absorb everything.
“Remember, first and foremost, do not act submissive towards any of these assholes. Marco and your flight are dragons, AKA top of the food chain. Because you’re their mate that is where you rank also.
By the way, do we know what you are yet? You know, it doesn’t matter. The point is don’t let anyone intimidate you. There are a ton of different communities of shifters but the main ones are going to be my father’s pack of wolves and then unfortunately Lorn’s family, who are bear shifters.”
“Lorn is going to be here?!” I exclaimed.
“Probably his father,” she continued, “everyone is under Marco’s thumb here though, and rightfully so because he has essentially kept this area free of human law enforcement and influence. It’s essentially a sanctuary. No one wants to fuck with him.”
“Okay so don’t let anyone be jerks?” I clarified.
“Yes.” She looked at Bella and then put her head up, “Remember how you acted when Lorn came to the table the other day? Try to do something similar to that. I mean don’t be a jerk unless they force you to be, but be confident like that.”
I nodded understanding what she meant to an extent. Right then a knock on the door sounded and I looked up to find Marco there, his eyes running over me as a low rumble broke through. Jordan grinned and winked, slipping past him with a ‘see you down there.’ Freakin’ traitor.