Chapter 17
Tuck
She giggles, but come on–what girl doesn’t enjoy the beach, jazz, and fancy coffee? Plus I know they left the bar area to visit the dungeon.[
“Fine. You try,” I say.
She studies Snow White while I drink her in. When she bumped into me earlier, I didn’t have the chance to appreciate her. She’s not the soft–and–sweet pretty I usually go for; she’s striking.[]
My body buzzes, feeling drawn to her.[]
Perhaps it’s the contrast of her hair with the white mask and dress. Maybe it’s her fire. Maybe it’s the fact that even though I can’t see her entire face, it’s easy to imagine how beautiful she is.[]
Or I’m drunk as shit.[]
Her scent wafts around me, like ripe peaches from the South. I itch to stick my nose in her neck but settle for soaking in the elegant lines of her throat, the shapely shoulders, the lush curve of her waist. I imagine her naked on my bed, her midnight hair spilling on white sheets.]]
The truth is I haven’t had sex since I broke up with a girl a few months ago, and with football starting, I haven’t had time to meet anyone. I’m starved for something (or someone) to take my attention away from the block of cement on my chest. Most days I’m able to ignore that pressure, but my birthday just brings it all full circle, a stark reminder of everything wrong in my life.[]
She taps her chin. “Snow White is a high–class call girl who keeps a burn book of anyone who’s ever crossed her. She has revenge plans for every entry, and she’s the kind of girl who’ll accomplish her goals. She’s jaded but wants to fall in love.“[
“Nice. You win.” I toast her, then order us tequila shots. Three each. We slam them back at the same time, then suck the limes.
“All right. My turn to pick someone.” Her gaze stops on Jasper. He’s sitting by the pool, his feet dangling in the water as one topless Cinderella massages his shoulders while her twin is in the pool giving him a foot rub. “Him. The skeevy guy with the blond hair.“[]
My lips twitch. “Perfect.“[]
“In high school, he was a wrestler, but now he’s a shoe salesman. He uses social media to troll for women who love micropenises.“[]
I burst out laughing. Jasper does have a contract with a sneaker company.
Her lips curve up. “Ah, Player, you have a great laugh.“[]
“Really?
Her voice softens. “Thank you! Again. You’re so great.“[]
Unease stirs inside of me. Shit. I’m not. I mean, this started as a bet. I doubt I would have noticed her if she hadn’t bumped into me.]
My breath hutches when she leans her head on my shoulder, trust in her ocean–blue eyes.[]
nokay, now you do him,” she murmurs as she crooks her arm inside my elbow. “Wait! Can I touch you? Oh my
God, I forgot to ask “[]
My lids tower. “Yeah. And I can touch you?” “Please,” she murmurs.[]
I tear my eyes off her and watch Jasper, chuckding as the woman rubbing his feet tickles him and he cries out like a girl. “He’s an athlete, but it’s bowling.” He hates bowling.
I dont know He obviously lives in the gym-“]
T’es not done, smarty []
The makes a flourish with her hands. “By all means, sir, please cominue…
“He’s Our land of guy who rats fund is his bed, like cookies and crackers and popcorn, then sleeps on top of it without a care in the world.” He’s been staying Whis the temporarily, and I’ve seen his eating habits. Food falls out of his mouth when he talks; then there’s the trash he leaves everywhere []
She piggles. You never cat in bedr
Food belongs in the kitchen) flash a smile. “He’s also proud of his penis. He’s named it “[]
Chapter 17
* “What?“[]
“Cupid. Because every girl who gets the arrow falls in love.“[]
“You win!” she calls out as she laughs, her face upturned to me.[]
A zing of electricity hits me. I like her lips. Her emotional eyes. My fingers trace the curve of her neckline, caressing the outline. “You’re beautiful.“[]
eek, grazing down her throat to her chest. I stop at her
She slides off her seat, settles between my legs, and wraps her arms around my neck. “Thank you, my prince.“[]
You’re welcome, my princess,” I say huskily as her breasts press against my chest.[]
“Are you wicked?” she murmurs as she tugs my hair free from the bun and presses a soft kiss to my jawline.[]
A deep, primitive sound comes from my throat. “Hmm, very.“[]
“Good.” She pulls on my gray necktie, then removes it slowly. She runs the silk through her fingers, brings it to her nose, and then tucks it inside her bodice. “My souvenir.
“If you get to keep one, then I want one,
I’m your souvenir.”
My blood heats at her words, rising higher as she undoes the top button of my shirt, then another. She stops at the third one, spreading the
