Page 70 of Tempt Me

“Me too.” Lolly nodded. “That would’ve been fucking hilarious.”

I shrugged. “So, I did the walk of shame over here, and once again, I need to borrow some clothes.”

Lolly frowned, all serious. “We need to give you a section of my wardrobe.”

I huffed. “I don’t plan on doing this a third time.”

“Yeah, right. You’re playing with fire, babe—who knows what will happen.”

I blinked at her.Oh, God, she’s right.

Playing with fire had consequences.

I’m a fucking idiot.

Chapter Twenty-One

“What’s wrong?” Lolly placed her hand on my arm.

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

“Damn right, it’s nothing. Now come on, let’s get you something to wear, and you can tell me all about this guy’s cock.” She wiggled her head at Calvin, and he just shrugged. He obviously knew when there was no point arguing.

Lolita hooked my arm into hers and led me to their bedroom. I sat on the bed as she went to her extensive wardrobe, which not only eclipsed her side of the shelving but also half of Calvin’s.

“How about this?” The dress she held up was a hot pink slinky mini that would be more suited to a night out on the town than a tram ride back to my hotel.

“I’m just going home. Do you have anything black?”

“Black?” She wrinkled her nose at me. “Have you ever seen me in black?”

That was true. “Navy then?”

“Oh, here you go.”

She held up a cute navy and floral V-neck romper. It looked tiny.

“Get your coat off. Come on.”

Grumbling but aware there was no point arguing, I stood and undid the belt and buttons on my coat. I tossed the coat onto the bed.

“Jesus, babe, you are naked. Where’re your knickers?”

“It’s a long story.” I rolled my eyes.

“Oooh, do tell.” She sat on the bed and as I stepped into the little shorts-suit, I told her about my underwear dilemma.

She flopped back onto the bed and roared with laughter.

To my surprise, the floral romper fitted me. I glanced in the mirror and tugged the fabric at the V-neck together to cover my cleavage, but it was pointless. The elastic pulled it in at the waist, and the shorts stopped high on my thigh. It would have to do.

“I have no idea what the men do with my underwear,” I said.

“Babe, they’re probably showing them off to any guy that’d listen.”

“Ewww, that’s gross.”

She waved her hand at me. “Men are gross.”

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