My eyes got huge.
His got wicked.
Then he brushed his lips against mine again, took his timetrailing his hand from my neck so his fingers went all the way through my hairbefore he stepped away and walked away, not looking back.
Still, I watched until he disappeared through a door downthe hall.
Okay, giving you the honesty.
I watched his ass until it disappeared through a door downthe hall.
But there was some shoulder watching too.
I closed the door to his room, got ready for bed, and forthe first time since what happened to me happened to me, I took care ofbusiness wrapped up in Marcus’s sheets.
And really, who could blame me?
Not to mention, he’d totally primed me so it wasawesome.
And not once did I think about what had happened to me.
Oh no.
After I took care of myself as quiet as I could, I rolledover, smelled Marcus, closed my eyes with a smile on my face, and slept like ababy.
Chapter Nine
Love Boat
Daisy
I sat with my bare feet up on a chair in the dressingroom at Smithie’s, a cold Fat Tire beer in my hand.
The beer was not my choice.It was Wynter’s birthday.Shewanted a tub filled with Fat Tire, so Smithie left one for us in the dressingroom.Though it wasn’t my choice, it was the first time I’d ever had it andthat beer wasyum.
My contribution was a big birthday sheet cake practicallycovered with huge frosting roses.
Oh, and the cake also had the wordsHappy Birthday,Wynter!and the whole thing was covered in edible glitter dust.
I was sipping and grinning at Chardonnay, who was telling astory.
“So then I was all, ‘What’s your problem?’And she was all,‘Idon’t have a problem.What’syourproblem?’And I was all,‘Do you see me talking to this guy?”And she was all, ‘Whatever.’And I wasall, ‘Notwhatever.You just came up to him while I was talking to himand shoved your tits in his face.’And she was all, ‘I did not do that.’And Iwas all, ‘I got eyes in my head, don’t I?’And then the guy says, ‘You did dothat.And it wasnotcool.I’m talking to her.’”Her face got dreamyand so did her voice when she finished, “His name was Dylan, and he was fine.”
Then she gave me big eyes.
“How fine, sugar bunch?”I asked.
She lifted her hands and held her pointed fingers out atleast ten inches.“Fine.”
That was whenmyeyes got big.“Thatisfine.”
“So what happened with this chick?”Ashlynn asked.
“Shebitchslappedher,” Paris putin.“I was there.It was fuckingaces.”
“Good for you,” I said to Chardonnay.
“You gotthatright, sister,” Chardonnay replied.
