“Enough talking about Jamie. I’m really sorry about before. Do you feel better?” she hissed, brushing her fingers through my blond hair, scattered on the pillow.
“It makes my head spin,” I admitted.
She shook her head, fidgeting with a lock of her chestnut hair.
“James is right, I was reckless. You should never accept drinks from strangers,” she murmured softly.
“To think I even agreed to wear a stranger’s clothes,” I observed.
I bit my lip, stunned by my tone of voice, which was suddenly warm and sensual.
“Yeah, well, you have to give it back to me,” she whispered, bringing her lips to my ear.
“Now?” I raised an eyebrow, almost shocked by my audacity, but when Tiffany pressed her lips to mine, I realized she was the one with the real initiative.
“Exactly. Now, blondie.”
I closed my eyes and smiled as our lips collided softly. As soon as I opened my lips, I tasted the flavor of her soft tongue, while her hand grazed against the dress’s side zipper.
Tiffany licked my side with a passionate stroke, but my nerves froze. I didn’t feel comfortable getting undressed in front of anyone, and Tiffany seemed to sense how I felt. She stopped playing with the zipper and put both hands on the mattress.
When I opened my eyes again, she was on top of me. An inexplicable warmth spread from my stomach to my cheeks when her bare thigh made space between my legs. I barely opened them while continuing the kiss that kept us together.
Tiffany took that gesture as an invitation to continue, because she started applying light pressure, rubbing her leg against my underwear. My breath was so labored that my chest felt like it was about to explode.
“What the fuck, Tiff!”
I heard James’s voice, and I was so scared that I almost fell out of the bed. Tiffany backed away from me guiltily, adjusting the dress on my knees.
“What is it, James?”
“What the fuck are you doing?” He glared at her with a stinging look. Tiffany’s initial frustration seemed like it was water under the bridge, because she started bantering with him.
“Since when are you a party pooper?”
James ignored her and gave me an awful look, putting an end to my laughter.
“It’s usually the other way around,” Tiffany then said, addressing me.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, the fun only starts when James comes.”
“What do you mean?” I whispered, covering my mouth with one hand, as if that was enough to make him not hear me.
I looked around, trying not to look too interested in the male figure looming at the door.
“Nothing. It doesn’t mean anything,” he shot back coldly.
“It means Jamie’s so depraved that he doesn’t even bother to show himself out unless he has at least two girls in front of him.”
My eyes drifted to Tiffany’s full lips, reminding me of the kiss we’d just exchanged.
“What the fuck are you saying?” he snarled, annoyed.
James narrowed his eyes to two sharp slits that he aimed keenly from her to me. Suddenly the temperature in the room skyrocketed, and I was speechless.
I realized James lingered on my legs for a few seconds, and I immediately closed them.
