***Kelly's POV***
'You look so beautiful!' Andrea gushed. She was the Pack seamstress and she made me a beautiful pink kimono mini dress that showed off my legs and dipped a bit showing cleavage.
I blushed and tried to cover up once more but she slapped my hand away and called Hillary over to have a look. All the women she had been talking to in the kitchen came with her and they were all praising and full of compliments.
I felt incredibly good but embarrassed at the same time but that familiar anger at Daniel creeped in. Why couldn't his pack treat me like this?
'Do you know how to cook?' Hillary smiled warmly and I nodded. I loved cooking and tasting different flavours.
'Come on! You can cook a dish for dinner tonight and then we'll see what everyone says about it.' She shoved me toward the kitched and I was suddenly not so keen anymore. Dweight might taste it. I scowled at myself and wondered why I cared so damn much. Maybe this was just a repeat of my previous relationship and I just wanted to please a man that didn't really want me.
'Are you coming?' Andrea called from the kitchen and I realized that I'd been standing outside while they all went inside and chattered so I quickly joined them. The kitchen was a huge room with about six large stoves, as many ovens and a giant counter top right slap bang in the middle of the room. All the women were gathered around it, taking items out of packets while Hillary leaned over and pressed a button on a radio only to have it start up with a beat.
It wasn't long before I was standing between them, laughing and occassionally dancing to the songs. I never really listened to music much in my old Pack because no one liked the music I listened to but these women sure did.
I looked over at the clock on the wall and nearly fell over. We'd been in here for a few hours already and cooked up a storm. My dish was chicken a la king and I knew by the looks on all the femmes faces that they certainly liked it. So much so that they made me show them how to make it. In the end, we were all covered in baking powder and a few pieces of dough -Hillary decided to start a war but our side won-.
Laughter filled the air as we stepped out of the kitchen and then the laughter died. Looking up I saw Dweight and Liam coming out of the brush up ahead but they hadn't seen us yet.
They were both donning loose fitting trousers and tight T-shirts that showed off their muscular torsos and their hair was all mussed. They must still have been running by the time we finished cooking. Just as well because the sun was starting to set and it was nearly dinner time.
'Shouldn't you be washing up for dinner?' Hillary scolded them both and as soon as they looked up, Dweight froze and stared at me.
I could feel my whole face flush scarlett as he raked his eyes over my bare legs, the dress and then met my eyes.
'Doesn't she look lovely?' Andrea grabbed my hand and twirled me like a doll before the men. I grinned at the gesture and looked over at Dweight to see what he had to say but he just stared until Liam poked Dweight with his elbow.
'Yes...' He cleared his throat, 'She looks beautiful.' I blushed and smiled and almost took satisfaction in his uncomfortable stance before he muttered his goodbye and scurried off around the corner leaving Liam with us in the clearing. Liam shook his head and glanced at me before taking off in the opposite direction.
'Well I think he likes it.'
All the women chuckled and added their agreements as they all walked off to go and get cleaned up.
I assumed I should go back to Dweight's room to go change into something warmer for dinner. Andrea made a lovely little pantsuit for me and I grinned at the prospect of wearing it tonight.
For the first time in years, I got the urge to skip and I did so all the way into the house.
I popped into the bedroom and let out a sigh of relief when Dweight wasn't there so I grabbed my clothes and quickly walked to the bathroom to take a shower.
Not a peep in the house so I opened the door and froze at the image in front of me.
