“I know. But I don’t care. I’m going to show you just how special you are. First with my fingers, then my tongue, after that I’m going to make you scream in pleasure with my c—”
“Do I have to come in there and peel you two apart?” Lottie’s voice breaks through the room and Tara chuckles. “D, you can stay in the kitchen and sort out the dishes until that tent in your trousers goes down.”
“Lottie! Ewwwww,” Tara shrieks, disgusted at that thought of her brother.
Both the girls gather up the bags of goodies that Lottie brought with her and head to the bedroom. “Arianna,” Lottie calls as she walks off.
“Okay, okay. I’m there.” I reach up on my tiptoes and kiss Denham on the nose. “Couple hours, max. Okay?”
“Take all the time you like, Stunner. Tomorrow, you’re all mine.” He grins.
***
Face masks with the girls is fun. We all look like mad women, lying back on the bed in a row. Me on one end, Lottie in the middle and Tara on the other end. We have green avocado face masks that smell good enough to eat, separators between our toes to let the nail polish dry, and a box of delicious champagne chocolate truffles being passed back and forth between us.
“You know, we really need to get booked into the spa on Saturday. Think you can get out of work early, Ari?” Lottie asks
“Why? What’s happening?”
“Duh…only the biggest summer ball in Las Vegas. Remember?”
“Oh, yes. I’d forgotten. Maybe. I’ll have to ask Beth.”
“Well, Beth will be going also, so she might even want to leave early too.”
“Tara, will you be going?” I ask.
“Hell to the yes! I wouldn’t miss the summer ball for anything. It’s the best night of the year.”
“We don’t even have dresses, Ari. We need to sort that, pronto,” Lottie reminds me.
“I guess we do. But I don’t know when, I’m working all week.”
“Arianna,” Lottie says sternly. “You work in the best boutique in Las Vegas. You have designer dresses at your fingertips.”
“I know, but I don’t want Beth to think…”
“Stop right there,” Lottie instructs, sitting up and pointing a red talon my way. “You have to look awesome. You will be known for working with Beth at Chique. She will be more than happy to give you a damn dress for the evening. Aaaaaaand she won’t want your sidekick to look out of place, either.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I muse. “Tara, do you have a dress?”
“Oh yeah, baby. I’m all set.”
“I’ll speak with her tomorrow and get it sorted, okay?”
“You better. I’ll call in and remind you,” Lottie says, and we all settle back on the bed in a comfortable silence. I’m just glad the boys haven’t come in and seen us like this.
“So are you going to marry my brother, Lottie?” Tara says casually, out of the blue. Poor Lottie sits up so fast she almost chokes on the truffle she’s just popped in her mouth.
“Erm, no. Where did that question just come from?” she replies, kind of panicked.
Tara grins from her still lying down position and doesn’t even open her eyes at Lottie’s knee jerk reaction. “I don’t know.” She shrugs. “You love him, he loves you. Just thought you guys might have talked about it.”
“Well, we haven’t. We don’t even live together.”
“Don’t you love my brother?” Tara asks. She asks it in a deadly serious voice but sneaks a look in my direction and winks.
“Of course I love him,” Lottie snaps back. “What fuckin’ stupid questions are these?”
