Sarah and Her Fiancé's Sister 1

SARAH

“You know, I’m really so excited to be doing this with you.” I tell the woman in the driver’s seat as I click my seat belt into place.

Zoey’s long curly hair swishes behind her as she glances at me, a grin stretching her lips. “I’m really excited to be doing this with you too.”

My wedding is approximately two months from now and we’re all currently busy with preparations. The original plan was for me to go dress shopping with my friends but they had all canceled at the exact last minute. I”d been disappointed and even on the verge of crying until Zoey, my fiance’s sister, had volunteered to accompany me.

I’m truly so grateful that she’s here. I need to get the dress checked off my list and focus on other aspects of the wedding.

My eyes trail every once in a while to Zoey as she drives.

She’s always been sort of mysterious to me. I remember Carl, my fiance and her brother, told me once that she’s bisexual after I’d seen her making out with a man and a woman on two different instances. I mean, I can totally see her pulling both men and women easily. She’s a hell of a woman.

She and Carl are both tall and have the same dark hair and brown eyes, but that’s where their similarities end. Zoey is slightly more muscular than her brother and I know this is attributed to her daily workout sessions. She’s also voluptuous on top of all of that height lots of people wish they had.

I force myself to look away from her and at our surroundings when I see that we’ve arrived at the boutique.

“Come on,” she urges me, switching the engine off. “I hope these people have something good.”

“Yeah, I hope so too,” I sigh.

Shopping has always been a real sport to me and it’s one of the major reasons I’d decided I needed someone with me. Not only am I indecisive, I always somehow end up making the wrong choice, so having a second pair of eyes around will be really helpful.

The doorbell jingles as we walk into the shop and a sales attendant hurries over to us, welcoming us in with smiles. She can’t seem to take her eyes off Zoey and I can’t even say I blame her. Tall, built and curvy, Zoey looks like a goddess come to life and it’s almost impossible for her not to pull attention in any room she walks into.

“So who’s the bride?” The sales attendant asks with a warm smile.

Zoey gestures to me as I push my hair behind my ear. “That would be me.”

“Splendid.” She claps. “We’ve got lots of amazing options for you. Do you wanna walk around for a bit or would you prefer me to bring some designs over while you try them on and see if you like any?”

Mulling the question over, I nod. “Actually, I think it would be really great if you could bring some designs over.”

“You don’t wanna check yourself?” Zoey asks, surprised.

“Not unless you plan on spending the whole day here,” I tell her with a laugh. “I’ll probably end up picking like fifty dresses and I still wouldn’t leave with any of them.”

Zoey’s brows climb high on her forehead as she chuckles. “Damn, Carl told me about that but I didn’t know it was that bad.”

“It’s horrible.”

“I totally get that,” the sales attendant, whom I’d momentarily forgotten about, cuts in. “I’ll try to make this as stress-free for you as possible. If you could give me something to work with, I’ll start picking out the dresses while you wait in the dressing room.”

I don’t even have to think. I already know the kind of dress I want.

“Simple and elegant. Something with minimal lace details.”

She notes all of this down with the pen and paper she’s holding. “Got it.” Then she gestures to a door on the other side of the neatly lined racks of dresses. “The dressing room is just through here. Please give me some time and I’ll be with you shortly.”

Zoey and I make our way to the dressing room. She opens the door and steps to the side, allowing me enter first. The gesture makes my nerves dance for some reasons I do not want to dissect.

Inside the dressing room are two upholstered benches pushed up against the wall, a long wall to wall mirror on the opposite side and some smaller benches tossed around. We sit on the long bench, our reflections staring back at us. I look considerably smaller next to her.

I’ve never looked that small sitting next to Carl.

“So,” Zoey starts, glancing around like she’s just as nervous as I feel. “You feeling the pre-wedding jitters yet?”

I blink, shocked she just asked me that. “Uh…”

When she sees the look on my face, she snorts. “Come on, everyone feels the pre-wedding jitters. You can be honest with me. I know Carl’s my brother but we’re all still human.”

My skin prickles from being this close to her, my palms growing sweaty. Under the full force of her gaze like this, I can feel my heart jackrabbiting against my ribcage, something thick, dark and liquid unwinding low in my stomach.

I watch her eyes darken with something similar to what I’m feeling the longer she stares at me, her gaze dropping to my parted lips momentarily. A magnetic anchor of some sorts seems to latch onto us and pulls us together with a force so powerful, so tempting, we actually lean into each other.

A knock on the door has us flying apart.

Eyes wide, I scoot away from Zoey, noting that she looks slightly shaken as well. And is that disappointment I see on her face?

Hell, was I just about to kiss my fiance’s sister?

Shooting up from the bench like my ass is on fire, I hurry over to the door and open it. It’s a struggle not to look at Zoey but I manage as the sales attendant enters, carrying some dresses. She dumps them on the other side of the bench and steps back.

“Alright. I’ll leave you to it now. Let me know if you need any assistance whatsoever. I’ll be standing right outside.”

As she moves to leave, I almost beg her to stay because my body doesn’t feel like it’s mine right now. I really do not want to do something I’ll regret.

I don’t understand this surge of desire I’m suddenly feeling. Yeah, I’ve always been a bit curious and mesmerized by Carl’s sister but I just thought maybe I had a tiny girl crush on her. It isn’t something I thought I’d act on. I’m straight, for crying out loud.

This… attraction? It’s entirely unwarranted and dangerous.

Pretending like nothing just happened, Zoey pushes to her feet and lifts one of the dresses. “I think you should try this one first. Looks really good.”

A sigh of relief escapes me that she’s going to make this less awkward by pretending the last few minutes didn’t just happen. I can pretend too.

Nodding, I walk to take the dress from her, keeping some distance between us. “Yeah, I think so too.”

“You should try it on.”

My breath slows to a stop when I realize that in order to try on these dresses, I’m going to have to strip. When Zoey’s eyes meet mine, I see that she realizes it too at the same exact moment. How didn’t I think of this before?

With tremors running down my frame, I take off my jumpsuit, drop it on the bench, then step on the small mat in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but my underwear.

Through the mirror, I watch Zoey holding the dress as she approaches me. And in that moment, she looks too much like a predator hunting its prey.