Ben: New rule- If you don’t answer my calls or texts, you can expect me to text Brian so I know I’ll get a damn answer.
Eve: A little stalkerish, don’t you think?
Ben: Play stupid games. Win stupid prizes. I’ll pick you up at 7.
Eve: Where are you taking me?
Ben: That’s for me to know and you to find out. Wear something sexy. ;)
Eve: I don’t know why I put up with you.
Ben: Probably has something to do with my *eggplant emoji*
Eveopenedherdoor,wearing a tight black dress that showed every one of her ample curves. Her lips were painted a bright red, and I groaned inwardly at the thought of having to sit through the entire show before I could have her. I pushed down my dick’s eagerness and smiled down at her.
“You ready, princess?”
She rolled her eyes. “Almost. I need my shoes.” She padded through the living room in her bare feet. I closed the door behind me and followed her into the bedroom.
I leaned against the door frame, crossing my arms as she sat on her bed, her tiny dress inching up her thighs. I ignored my intense desire to walk over there and kiss my way up those pretty thighs, to settle myself between them and spend the entire night there.
“Is Brian home tonight?” I asked, praying the answer would benosince her place was closer to where we were going than mine. I wanted to be as close to a bed as possible after the show.
“No. He’s on night shift,” Eve said, sliding on the black pumps she’d pulled from her closet. I never knew shoes could be sexy until I saw Eve’s feet in those sky-high heels of hers.
“Those shoes can’t be comfortable,” I said, trying to get my dick to settle down.
Yes, we were alone in a room with a bed. That didn’t mean he needed to stand at attention like he’d never been in the same room as a pretty girl before. She made my dick revert to his early high school state, where a bikini or a whiff of a girl’s perfume or even a warm breeze could get him excited.
“You told me to wear something sexy, not something comfortable. Those two things are rarely mutually inclusive.”
I cleared my throat. “You followed orders. Is that a first, princess?”
She rose from her bed, pulling the material of her dress down. “I’m perfectly capable of following orders when it suits me,” she answered, stalking toward me, her lip ticking up at the corners. “And it suits me just fine to watch you come slightly undone when you see me and are trying not to notice how good I look.”
I stared down at her, my eyes narrowing slightly. “You did this to me on purpose?” I asked, gesturing toward my semi-erect dick.
She shrugged, leaning towards me, her head tipping up. Even in those heels, she was still a solid six inches shorter than me. I stared at her red lips, thinking about how they felt wrapped around me the other day, how good they would feel now.
I bent down to kiss her. She watched me close the gap between us, and when my mouth was a breath away, she smiled and said, “I enjoy watching you squirm.”
She patted my arm as she moved past me, leaving me standing in her bedroom doorway alone at half-mast.
“You’re a tease,” I called out to her, turning to follow her out of the apartment. “You’ll pay for that later.”
“I know you, O’Connor. If I let you kiss me now, we wouldn’t leave. And against my better judgment, I’m curious about where you’re planning on taking me.”
I laughed as I caught up to her at the bottom of the steps. “You’ll find out soon enough,” I said, grabbing her hand when she tried to turn the wrong way and pulling her the opposite direction to the train station.
We got off the train a while later, and I guided Eve up the dirty steps to the sidewalk. The night was warm with no breeze and the humidity made the stench of rotting trash rest heavily in the air around us. You got used to the sights and smells of the city the longer you lived here, but on hot nights like this—when the stagnant air was thick with the stench of stale piss and rotten food—I still wanted to hurl.
I pulled Eve behind me, wanting to get inside where the smell wouldn’t permeate. I heaved a sigh of relief when we turned the corner and our destination stood before us; the sign lit in red.
Viva la Vaudeville.
Eve pulled up short next to me. I glanced down at her, trying to keep my amusement from showing.
“You’re taking me to a burlesque show?”
