I scrub my hands over my face.
Last night was a mistake. Whether from lack of sleep or us being stuck in this sardine can, I don’t know, but it can’t happen again.
“Oh no!” June squawks, scrambling to her feet in the middle of the bed.
“What the—” I glance over my shoulder, brows drawing together in confusion.
June trapezes unsteadily around me and bends, grabbing her phone from the nightstand. “It’s already nine!”
“Yeah, so?”
“I need to film my tutorial!”
My brows snap together. “What?”
She’s already hopping off the bed, giving me another glimpse of that black thong that’s been haunting my dreams.
“Babe,” I groan, adjusting my dick behind my zipper.
“What?” her head whips around.
I wave my hand at her.
She glances down then looks back up. It’s just not clicking.
“Put some pants on.”
Her nose wrinkles. “Sorry.”
She has no fucking clue how tempting her little ass is.
Moving to her dresser, she pulls out a pair of hot pink sweats and slides them up her long legs. She spins around and that’s when I see it like a sign from the Gods. The word QUEEN is written across her ass.
Fuck my life.
“I have to film a tutorial,” she says, answering my earlier question. “I told you I’m trending on Tokker, remember? If I don’t post consistently, I’ll lose my streak and my shot at the Trend Setter Award.”
I watch her every move like a creep as she floats around the apartment, gathering what little makeup survived the break-in.
“And that matters because...?” I’m seriously not understanding what the big damn deal is.
She stops and stares at me like I’ve grown a second head. “It matters because the prize money is five thousand dollars, Journey. Five thousand dollars that I really need.” She gestures around the destroyed apartment. “Especially now.”
Holy. Shit. My brows go up. “Five grand just for letting people watch you put makeup on?” I ask skeptically. “Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously.” She rolls her eyes, then gives me her back as she sets up the only surviving ring light. “It’s my job, remember? The one you said wasn’t“a real job”?” she says, using her fingers to make air quotes.
Climbing out of bed, I watch her fuss with the angle of the light. “Alright, alright. Point taken.”
“You got coffee?”
She points to the kitchen. “In the canister by the coffee maker.”
“Thanks.” I grunt and head for the coffee pot. As I stand there waiting for the coffee to brew, I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s put a spell on me.
June pops a squat on the floor in front of the camera, takes a deep breath, and it’s like watching someone flip a switch. The girl from last night who was devastated disappears, replaced by this radiant, confident woman who smiles like she’s got the whole world at her feet.
“Hiiiiii, babes! Welcome back to my channel!” she chirps, her voice bright and warm, filling the small apartment. “Today, we’re doing something a little different. As some of you might have noticed, I’ve had a bit of an... incident with my makeup collection.” She pans the camera behind her and I can hear the notification tone going wild.
