Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

Priceless.
But a thought hits me at the same time. If she gets fired, I won’t have
access to her here. If she’s willing to throw away a job to piss me off, then
I’m not really winning anything.
Lavinia’s eyes shoot up and down my body, taking in all her hard work
fucked up, and then fixes a glare on Liv. “May I speak to you please?”
And I know it’s over for her.
Liv starts to leave the dressing room, but I brush past her and step out into
the main room, up onto the riser. “I love it,” I announce. “Ring it up.”
“I will not,” Lavinia fires back. “This…this…” She scans me up and
down again, like she’s about to vomit. Then she shoots another glare to Liv,
pointing to the back room where she can go fire her in private. “Now!”
“Ring it up,” I growl. “It’s exactly what I wanted.” I look to Liv, rubbing
it in her face. “The credit card is in my back pocket. Grab it.” And then to
Lavinia again. “Olivia followed my orders. Don’t blame her. I want it paid in
full.”
Lavinia’s mouth falls open like she’s going to argue, but I cut her off.
“I mean it,” I say again.
And then I turn away, cutting off any further argument as I check myself
out in the floor-length mirrors, observing all angles.
Liv digs my mom’s credit card out of the back pocket of my jeans in the
dressing room and shoots me a half-lidded look before disappearing into the
lobby. I hear Lavinia’s hushed hissing and stand there, trying to hear what
she’s saying to Jaeger, but I can’t.
The bitch needs to shut up. I told her it was fine. I mean, it’s not. Liv’s
going to pay for this, and I don’t need help punishing her. She’s my
responsibility.
The hem of the dress is too short, the petticoat sticks out the bottom, and
the flowers around my neck itch. I hike up the skirt and reach behind me,
unzipping the petticoat and letting it fall to the floor, stepping out of it.
There’s no way my mother will make me wear this, and I’m half-tempted to
start cutting it into pieces so it can’t be salvaged for my future daughter. I
could even blame Liv for it. No one would think otherwise.
But…I won’t go that far yet. She’s finally playing, and I don’t want to
actually get her in trouble before I can enjoy this.
“If this is the dress,” someone says, and Callum appears behind me,
swinging me back into his arms, and I gasp. “I will absolutely be peeling it