Just as we reached the door, the sharp sound of heels echoed through the hallway. We both turned.
Luvena stood there.
Her dress was barely worthy of the name. It was a shining silver slip that barely reached her thighs. The neckline fell dangerously low. Her makeup was dark and smoky, and her lips were painted a deep crimson.
Jareth stiffened beside me. His grip on my arm tightened.
“Where are you going?” he asked sharply.
Luvena smiled lazily as she adjusted the strap of her purse.
“Out. It is Friday night. I am heading to a club.”
“Dressed like that?” Jareth said harshly as he stepped away from me. “You are practically naked. Go upstairs and change.”
Luvena rolled her eyes.
“Why should I? You are not my boyfriend.”
Her words hung in the air with a hidden meaning.
“I am still your boss,” Jareth replied firmly. “And I am your brother’s closest friend. He asked me to look after you while you stayed here. What if something happens to you dressed like that? What message are you sending?”
“I can take care of myself,” Luvena shot back. “Nothing will happen. I am just going to have fun. Maybe I will meet a man. Someone who actually has time for me.”
She shot Jareth a pointed look filled with poison.