“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I threw out my hand. “Calm your ass down. No one said I was going to fuck them all together!”
Her eyes narrowed on me before she threw her hands up in the air. “Why the fuck not? It's amazing. Fucking wonderful. Ten outof ten. Everyone should do it. And this might be the only shot I have to pick out your orgy dress!”
I took a step back, not knowing how to process all the things she just said. “Excuse fucking me?”
She shook her head. “What?! It's not a bad thing! It's just…” She half-heartedly shrugged. “You’re more of a we-need-to-connect-before-we-have-an-orgy type person.”
“Oh, yeah,” I puffed out, a little miffed. “And what areyou? A let’s-fuck-as-long-as-I’m-wearing-a-skirt type person?”
Her head bobbed up and down as she counted off her fingers. “I need a hand up my skirt, on my ass, one covering each breast, and a hand around my neck for good measure.”
Slumping my shoulders, I rolled my head around in frustration. “Look, just because I don’t fuck twenty-four-seven doesn’t mean I don’t fuck.” I stopped myself from telling her about Conrad and Nick, both in the forest, in public, where anyone could see us! Not that I wasn't monitoring that as well.
Aniyah’s sweet face scrunched up. “I know that! If you want to have a one-night stand, you will. If you want some hot, dirty sex in a bathroom, you will. What I mean isn't about being sexual, it's about what you want in the end. Sis, you’re the type that wants that sweet kind of affection and loyalty after the sex. The kind that makes your heart melt onto the floor when they give you those bedroom eyes.”
I folded my arms and scoffed. She added, “I want that fervor kind of love, the kind where their hands and eyes can't be off me for too long or they go crazy.” She stepped back and smiled, leaving me in my thoughts as she grabbed something and came back. Hand in my hair, she twisted strands at one side into abraid, using golden rings as decoration, while she left the other side down and loose.
She was done quicker than I thought possible, then she shoved me into a chair with the order to close my eyes. Soft bristles covered my lids.
“Look,” I huffed, “is it so bad to want someone to love me for me? Inside and out. The womanandthe boss?” When she paused, I looked up to see her brows pinched, mascara wand in hand.
“They will. The ones that matter, the ones meant for you… they will. Insideandout.”
Looking at the conviction on her face, something inside me melted. How could she be one hundred percent sure that I was going to get that kind of love? My heart was too full, so I tilted my head and smirked. “When did you get so smart? Is it because you're an old lady now?”
Her eyes swirled before she pinched me underneath my arm. I cried out, rubbing at the spot she knew I hated. “That’s what you get for calling me old!” Her lips tipped up as she finished my makeup.
“Come on. Look.” She stepped back and pointed to the mirror. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Nova. Now, tell me thank you. Go on. I need to hear it.”
Looking at my reflection, I almost gasped. Without a thought, I stood up, running my hands over the dress that somehow made my athletic shape look womanly.
While the dress was a bit risqué for me, I couldn't deny I looked good. The color was already eye-catching, a burnt orange thathighlighted my tan skin. The cross-shaped halter had two lines of silk in front of my chest, accentuating my boobs as they spilled out on both sides. A little peekaboo showed triangles of skin where the top connected to the hip, leaving my taut stomach on display. The rest was tight around my hips, flowing into a mermaid shape with a slit up the side that left some room for movement.
She had made my eyes into these dark, smokey pools that held a pink jewel in the center, drawing you into them. My lips were nude with a bit of gloss. Kissable. It was something I never would’ve picked for myself, but even I had to admit that I looked strong and beautiful.
“I’m waiting.” She tapped her foot.
I turned and gave her a hug. “Thank you, Niyah. I couldn't have done this without you.”
She grabbed me tightly, reminding me of when we were little… at least until she called out, “Go get 'em, killer. Get all those dicks!” Then she smacked my ass, again.
Just as I was about to tell her to turn the fuck around so I could smack her ass, the doorbell rang. We looked toward the door.
She gave me a look. “Who the fuck rings the doorbell?”
Moving around her, I responded with a sigh. “Normal people, Niyah. Normal people.”
She grunted and rolled her eyes.
We made our way down the stairs, and I padded over to the door on bare feet, calling back a request for Niyah to grab me some shoes as I yanked it open. “Hell—” I paused as Zeth turnedaround. Cigarette in hand and his hair slicked back, he looked entirely too good in his suit. I swallowed the rest of my words.
He looked so good, like forget-about-everything-we’d-talked-about, throw-him-on-the-porch, and-lick-up-every-inch-of-him good.
When I yanked myself out of my little fantasy, I noticed his eyes were about to pop out of his head. His cigarette was on the floor even though his hand was still up, his eyes slowly devouring every inch of me. “Fuck,” slipped from his lips, then his shoulders stiffened, and his eyes grew tight. “Fuck.” The second fuck didn’t sound as good as the first one.
“That's right, big boy.” Aniyah slid up next to me. “Your job's going to be ten times harder tonight.” She leaned down to put a set of strappy golden heels at my feet, then stood up and stared Zeth in the eyes. After a second of silence, her lips thinned. She narrowed her eyes on him then lowered her gaze to the heels.
He immediately fell to his knees. “I-I’ll help you into them. Just put your hands on my shoulder.”
