Whyyy am I writing this Brio quarantine hotel fic. WHYYYY?!
Beth tilts her head to the side, looking at her reflection in the hotel bathroom’s mirror. She smooths her hands over the front of her dress, replaying the last three hours over in her head.
Rio had shown up at her house, popping up like a damn genie, as he is wont to do, and tossing a garment bag at her, demanding she get dressed and ready ASAP, since apparently there was a meeting on the books that she was now a part of and they were already running late.
Thank god her kids had been with Dean at his mom’s and she didn’t have to deal with the fallout of that.
(She briefly wonders if Rio has some sort of surveillance on her still, since he always seems to magically know when her kids and Dean are out of the house.)
Beth had been left temporarily speechless, frozen in place, not only by the sudden intrusion, but by how Rio himself had looked.
He’d shown up dressed to the nines in a tailored black suit and skinny tie and the fit of it against his body, framing his tattoo, was enough to have her conjuring up insanely inappropriate thoughts, especially inappropriate after everything that had transpired between them. She’d readily zeroed in on his jewelry, his achingly familiar rings and bracelets, a visual reminder that even though he was currently camouflaging himself (a wolf in sheep’s clothing), he was still him, underneath it all.
The garment bag had contained the dress she’s currently wearing.
She’d balked at first, stuttering out a protest that she had a full wardrobe in her closet, including formal dresses, but Rio had just scoffed at her, dismissing her objections with a wave of his hand and a callous “You got twenty minutes.”, before he’d turned away to text on his phone.
When she’d realized that he was serious and he wasn’t going to budge on the topic, she’d scurried back to her room with the dress, closing and locking the door behind her.
She’d quickly unzipped the garment bag and pulled the dress out, her heart skipping a beat as she’d carefully laid it down on the bed to take in all the details.
It was a fitted black knee length cocktail dress with a considerably low cut neckline. She’d bitten at her lip, her eyes sliding over to her closet, mentally flipping through her own limited dress options.
Then Rio’s voice had traveled through the door, obnoxiously reminding her of their current time constraint, and Beth had just known if she were to come out in anything else, he would probably drag her back into her bedroom and change her himself.