Bitten By The Bad Boy: A Bad Boy Vampire Romance by Jasmine White Page A

control. I am certain that tonight will be wildly entertaining.” She unlocked the door with her badge and let Bree lead the way.
    “Look forward to seeing you, and your lovely wife tonight.” Reina beamed at Bill as they disappeared through the gallery doors with their bags.
    The door clicked behind them but they didn’t wait to burst into laughter. Kyra hoped he heard them.
    “Careful, Kyra, your mean streak is showing,” Reina snorted.
    “Did you see his face when you mentioned his wife, Rey?” Bree added as she wiped at her eyes.
    “Okay, we really do need to get ready. The caterers will be here and I have to let them in.” Kyra nodded and took some of the packages from her friends.
    “Where’s Sam?” Reina asked.
    “I sent him home to get ready and pick up Drew.” Kyra replied. “We’ll dress in the salon. If it works for brides then it should work for us, right?”
    “Oooooh….the salon….sounds so classy,” Reina teased.
    “Speaking of classy, please tell me you are going to be appropriately clothed tonight?” Bree cast a sidelong glance at Reina.
    “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” Reina taunted and flitted off ahead of them. “I made it myself!”
    “What do you think?” Bree asked Kyra.
    “It’s appropriate,” Kyra confirmed. “I already stole a peek.”
    “So long as she didn’t switch it out between then and now.”
    “She wouldn’t, would she?” Kyra exchanged a look with Bree and both sped up to catch Reina.
    “Rey, please tell me your dress is appropriate,” Kyra probed, “tonight is so important to me.”
    Rey stopped and turned to face them, hurt prominent in her features, “You really think that little of me?”
    Kyra felt terrible. She reached out for her friend but Reina pushed past them and headed for the door, “don’t worry, I won’t embarrass you tonight, I’ll just disappear.”
    “No! Rey, don’t go,” Kyra protested.
    “Yeah, we’re sorry, Rey,” Bree chimed in. “We believe you, let’s just get ready and have some champagne. We’re all on edge.”
    Reina stopped. She turned halfway, enough that they could see a tear tracing down her cheek, “I really hate that you both think I’m so clueless.”
    “We don’t, Rey,” Bree soothed.
    “But you do. You always comment about my clothes but I picked out some amazing outfits for Kyra this week and nobody said anything about them. Do you even know where they came from?” Reina popped her hip and put her fist on it.
    “My closet. You thought they cost so much money but they were mine. Believe it or not, I have attended professional meetings and even some black-tie events. Just because I let loose and have fun with you doesn’t mean I don’t know how to behave civilly. Shit. It hurts to see what my best friends think about me.”
    Kyra felt like she’d been punched in the gut. The look on Bree’s face told the same story. They had taken Reina for granted, ignored the other side of their friend completely. “I’m sorry, Rey. You’re right. I’m so, so sorry.”
    Reina’s face cracked into a broad smile. “Aw, it’s alright. I’m just screwing with you two.”
    They all cracked up – again. Kyra needed this to suppress the growing anxiety in the pit of her stomach. Tonight was an all-or-nothing event and she needed everything to go to plan.
    “You’re a jerk sometimes, Rey.” Bree nudged Reina with her elbow when she rejoined them.
    “Learned from the best.” Reina responded. “Now, where’s this fancy schmancy salon?  Kyra’s hair is going to need a shit ton of work.”
    “Gee thanks,” Kyra muttered.
    “Hey, I call ‘em like I see ‘em,” Reina retorted. “It wouldn’t kill you to take better care of your hair.”
    They continued into the salon where Sam had apparently set out champagne on ice with sandwiches and a note reminding them to eat before getting dressed. He’d set up a clothing rack for their garment bags and brought in a few extra arm