He wasn’t asking.
Dasani was clipped, shaved, colored, and tipped. Of course, the whole terrifying experience came with iced wine and strawberry bonbons so he wasn’t too upset when they started painting his toenails sapphire blue.
It was really good wine. The bubbles tickled his nose.
“Voilà!” Kiki suddenly sang out as he slouched back against Spencer, sagging as though he had just run a marathon and couldn’t hold himself up a second longer. “Damn,” Kiki said breathlessly as he nodded. “We do good work.”
“A masterpiece,” Spencer agreed before walking over and grabbing Dasani’s shoulders, turning him toward the floor-length mirror. Dasani slammed his eyes closed, too terrified to look.
“Open your eyes,” Spencer said. “I wouldn’t tell you to unless I was positive you’d love what you saw. Now open them.”
Taking in an unsteady breath, Dasani downed his wine and handed the glass to Kiki before he lifted one eyelid and then the other.
Dasani gasped as he stared at the vision in the mirror. It was him, but not him. His hair had been evened out so that he didn’t have patches of different lengths. The sides were close cut to the sides of his head, but there was one long length of bangs that fell over his left eye and down one cheekbone. The tips of the bangs had been dyed blue.
His eyes had been transformed as well. The line of midnight-black eyeliner and the thick mascara made his eyes almost exotic—the green standing out like crystal beacons. There was smoky eye shadow dusted over each eyelid, making Dasani appear seductive. His fingernails and toenails had been painted a deep sapphire-blue to match his bangs.
Dasani’s fingers trembled as he reached up to rub a strand of his blue bangs between his fingers. He was looking at himself, he knew that, but it was like looking at a total stranger as well, a more exotic, sensual stranger. Spencer and Kiki had turned him into someone that might be worthy of his mate. His eyes widened slightly when he noticed a tiny blue jewel resting on the point of each of his ears.
“Thank you,” Dasani breathed on a whisper before turning to the two men. “I don’t know how to—”
“At some point, we’ve all been there, Dasani,” Kiki said, his tone serious for the first time since he had turned Dasani’s world upside down. There was something akin to sadness in the man’s eyes. “We’re family now, and family has to stick together.”
Dasani turned to look at himself in the mirror again. His dark spirits started to lighten, and he suddenly wanted to go find his mate and see if the allure promised in his eyes would draw his mate in or repel him.
“I need clothes.” The only thing he’d been wearing since he’d gotten here was a borrowed pair of pajama pants.
“Done.” Kiki tossed the duffel bag onto the end of the bed. “And done.”
Dasani would be lying if he said he wasn’t insanely curious. When Kiki nodded toward the bag, Dasani walked over and unzipped it. A giddy little laugh began to build in his throat as he pulled out a pair of faded jeans with more holes than a slice of Swiss cheese. Next came a practically transparent silky white tank top.
The laughter he had been holding in burst free when he discovered the electric blue G-string. There was barely enough material there to be considered a G-string. He felt himself blush at the scrap of material. He’d never been brazen enough to wear one. Of course he’d seen one before. Sheba’s drawer was filled with them. But his heart beat wildly whenever he considered what it would be like to put one on.
Yes, he’d borrowed Sheba’s clothes on more than one occasion, but panties and delicate things like that were personal and shouldn’t be shared. He’d never been brave enough to buy a pair of his own.
Dasani glanced at the two grinning men. “No moccasins?”
Kiki shook his head. “You don’t need shoes.”
“It’s much easier to get naked if you don’t have to toe off your shoes first,” Spencer said as he stretched across the bed again. “And that is the goal, is it not? To get naked?”
“No, the goal is to…” He waved his hand at his groin. “You know.”
Kiki’s light laughter echoed through the room. “To get stripped naked and bent over the nearest flat surface, preferably with a dick up your ass.”
Dasani’s face flushed hotter than the surface of the sun. “Language!”
His chastising outburst only made the two laugh harder.
“Well, our work here is done,” Kiki said as he started picking up the items they had brought with them. “If you need any tools of the trade or anything, you just give me a holler.” Kiki winked. “I have a whole closet full of this stuff. Drives Reese insane, which is one of the reasons I collect it. You got to keep these guys on their toes.”