Page 79 of Tame Me

Resisting was pointless, so I changed into a T-shirt and undies, set my alarm for six o’clock, and crawled into bed.

It seemed like only ten minutes before my alarm went off, and when I rolled over to glance at the time, I couldn’t believe I’d slept for nearly four hours. Based on the dried dribble trailing from my bottom lip to my chin, it must’ve been a deep sleep, though.

Groaning, I dragged my body to the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine. I filled the cow mug Henry gave me to the rim with strong black coffee and stirred in two sugars.

Carrying my mug to the bathroom, I then turned on the shower taps. It was ages before the warm water had my brain back in focus. As I was drying myself, I heard a knock on the door. Thinking time had gotten away from me, I glanced at my clock, but it was only six-twenty. Frowning, I pulled the towel around myself and went to the door.

I peeked through the peephole to see Lolita and pulled the door open. She bounded into the room and dropped a large bag to her feet. “Hey, babe.” Her boobs squashed against mine as she squeezed me in a hug.

“You’re early.”

“I know.” She plucked a wine bottle from her bag. “I’m thinking a few wines while we get all Memphised up.” Her eyes were wide, and with her excitement playing out in her jittery feet, how could I refuse?

“Sounds great.”

While she went to the kitchen to get wine glasses, I went to my lingerie drawer and pulled on a black lace G-string. I didn’t bother with a bra; Lolly had seen my boobs dozens of times. I returned to the kitchen topless, and she offered me a glass that she’d filled to the rim. We raised them in a toast. “Cheers,” we said in unison.

“This’s going to be so much fun. Now, what color contacts are you wearing? ’Cause I want to give them a try, too. And can I wear one of your wigs?” Lolly spoke at a million miles an hour.

“Of course. Come on.” I picked up my wine and headed to the bathroom. “Thank goodness I bought more violet contact lenses because that’s what I wore last time I was with Mason.”

“Okay, so maybe I should try the green ones.” Why Lolly would want to hide her beautiful blue eyes was beyond me, but I handed her the unopened packet containing the green contacts anyway.

“Show me how you do it?”

“Okay.” I opened my container, plucked the purple disk from the solution, pulled down my lower lid, and, with the contact balancing on the end of my finger, popped it into my eye.

“Oh, shit. You made that look so easy.”

“Now it is . . . but it took me a while to get used to it.”

Lolly poked her long blue fingernail into the end of the packaging box to open it.

“Look at your nails. Wow.”

She wriggled her fingernails for me. “Gillian did them to match the dress I wore at the dance class Christmas breakup party yesterday.” She reached for my hand and scrunched her nose at my disastrous fingernails. “You should get your nails done, too.”

“Nah.”

“Hey, you’re hotel manager now. You need to step things up.”

“I have stepped things up, thank you.”

She unscrewed the lid on the contact container. “It only costs sixty dollars for a full set of gel nails. You should treat yourself for Christmas. Men love a woman with long nails.”

I cocked my head at her. “Really?” I said with sarcasm. “I haven’t had any complaints yet.”

“Pfft, that’s because you’re distracting them with your pussy.”

I burst out laughing, and she chuckled with me. With the green contact now balancing on the end of her finger, she pulled down her bottom eyelid. “Here we go.”

I held my breath, bracing for her reaction as she eased the contact to her eyeball. She popped it in and blinked. “Ha. That was easy.”

Of course it was. Lolly made everything look easy. She put the second one in just as calmly and stared at her reflection. “Wow, I love it.” She turned to me. “What do you think?”

“Amazing, huh?”

“I reckon. Don’t forget to put your other one in; you look like a freak.”

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