Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

“Two can play this game,” I whispered, a cold smile forming on my

lips.

I changed into the ridiculous outfit, my mind already formulating a

plan. The top barely covered my breasts, and the skirt left little to

imagination. Looking in the mirror, I had to admit the outfit might

have looked sexy in a different context, but here it just looked

inappropriate and degrading.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the changing stall to face

Megan.

Her eyes widened slightly as she looked me up and down, her nostrils

flaring slightly as she tried to detect any changes in my scent.

“I have to say, I’m surprised,” Megan said, eyeing me critically, “You

actually look quite… suitable in that style. Like those girls on the

street corners.”

The implication was clear. My jaw tightened, but I kept my expression

neutral.

“Is that so?” I asked softly. “Interesting choice for a business

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meeting.”

Megan laughed, the sound brittle and forced. “The client we’re

meeting… he particularly appreciates this kind of… fashion–forward

style.”

I understood immediately what she wasn’t saying. She’d planned to

parade me in front of some handsy client, then probably report back

to Sebastien about how I’d dressed inappropriately or flirted with

potential business partners.

Without warning, I pulled out my phone and snapped a photo of

myself in the outfit.

“What are you doing?” Megan’s brow furrowed.

I smiled sweetly. “Just documenting this lovely outfit you selected for

1. me. It’s so… thoughtful of you to curate my professional wardrobe.”

I tapped at my phone screen with deliberate movements. “I should

ask my husband what he thinks, don’t you agree? After all, you put so

much effort into choosing it.”

“Wait–what?” Panic flashed across Megan’s face. “Don’t send that to

Sebastien!”

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“Why not?” I asked innocently. “I’ll make sure to mention you

personally selected this for my client meeting today. I’m sure he’d be

interested in your… fashion sense.”

Megan’s face paled. “It was just–it was just a joke, okay? I wasn’t

seriously expecting you to wear that to meet anyone.”

“A joke?” I pressed, taking a step toward her. “So there is no client

meeting? Or were you hoping I’d be harassed in this outfit and then

you could tell Sebastien about it?”

“You’re being paranoid,” Megan stammered, backing away slightly. “I

was just kidding around! Obviously that outfit isn’t appropriate for

work.”

“Obviously,” I echoed. “Yet you seemed surprised when I came out

wearing it. Almost like you expected me to refuse so you could accuse

me of being uncooperative,”

Megan’s eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at me.

“Look, Iris, I was just having a bit of fun. Can’t you take a joke?”

I stared at her coldly. “Claire, lying works better when you plan your

excuses in advance.”

Her shoulders slumped in defeat. ‘Fine. Just go change back. Forget

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