It was pasties, a G-string, and platform stripper sandals.
She still needed sparkle.
“Daisy, where am Igonnaputsparkle?”she asked, staring down at her mostly nude body.
“Glue gun the shit outta some and put it over yourcoochie, girl,” I advised.“Boys’ eyes go there, leastthat’s covered and they’re notlookin’ at your tits.Well, at least not all the time.”
“This bears contemplation,” Chardonnay murmured.
This bears contemplation.
This bitch slayed me.
Her name wasn’t Chardonnay.It was Penelope.She waspre-med, a senior, already accepted to medical school.She was also the shitbecause pretty much everyone knew she was stripping and she didn’t give a crap.
“By the time I’m practicing rheumatology,” she’d shared withme, “I’ll be getting paid a whack and it’ll be all mine.I’ll buy myself a BMWand a big house in Cherry Hills and I’ll do it right off the bat because Iwon’t have student loans.So they can think what they want.They can also kissmy ass.”
I, obviously, could not fault this way of thinking.
“Black on black, but also some silver,” I advised.“Subtlebut packs a punch.”
“I’m not sure my powers with a glue gun are up to scratch,”she replied.
“Take it off.Rinse it out and give that bitch to me,” Itold her.“I’m hell on wheels with a glue gun and I’ll set you up.”
She grinned at me as a knock came at the door.
I looked that way as Chardonnay called, “Just a minute.”Hernext was, “Okay, decent.”And I turned to her and saw she’d thrown on a robe.
I also saw she was staring at the door with big eyes andlips parted.
I looked again to the door and then I had big eyes andparted lips.
Oh hell.
Marcus Sloan dipped his chin to Chardonnay and looked to me.
“Daisy, may I have a word?”he asked.
No, he could not.
“I’ll just—” Chardonnay started.
“You can stay here,” Marcus told her.“Daisy and I’ll go toSmithie’s office.”
No, we would not.
“I don’t think—” I began.
I got no more out because his eyes came to me.
He’d never looked at me without sunglasses on.
He had blue eyes.
They were gorgeous.
They were also more.
