Page 16 of Irresistible Little Ivy

But man would it feel good to kick him in the shins.

Instead of rushing over and making a scene, I chose a seat in the middle of a group so there were no spaces open by me.

“Ivy,” Caleb called out, but I didn’t spare him a glance.

He tried again but I clearly ignored him, going as far as turning my back on him.

I waited for him to call again, instead he laughed.

The turd.

Pretending Caleb didn’t exist, I slung my backpack over the chair then took a seat. The urge to see if he was looking at me was strong, but I merely took my cherry-candy flavored lip gloss out of my pocket and applied it. I hoped he watched me do it, and I hoped he regretted blowing it with me.

Okay, maybe I gave in to my inner teenager’s need for revenge a little bit.

“Oh my gosh,” a female voice said from my right, “is that a Candi Kizzes lip gloss?”

Turning toward her, I found a woman a few years older than me, with ivory skin and teased light brown hair, snapping her gum with a bright smile. Her 80s look was amazing. She’d applied her black eyeliner with a heavy hand, but it went well with her equally defined blush. Big white-hoop earrings adorned her ears, and she wore an off-the-shoulder blue sweater with a white tank beneath that showed off her rather impressive cleavage. A thin black leather collar with a black ring hanging from the silver loop showed that she was taken. As did her big wedding ring.

Responding to the bubbly energy she gave off, I nodded. “It is, well almost. There’s a company online that makes an imitation of it that is dead on. This was in my gift basket.”

“I’m so jealous, I didn’t get one in my basket.” She pouted for a moment, then smiled. “I used to loooovvveee this stuff when I was like thirteen. I was just thinking about it the other day at the store, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I thought maybe they discontinued it.”

“Me too, but according to the label, this company recreated the formula, only better. I can give you the name of the brand if you want.”

“Yes, please!” Giving a happy little giggle, she clapped her hands together then pouted. “Ugh, we don’t have our phones, remember? Gotta keep it authentic and stuff.”

I rolled my eyes. “Ugh indeed, I keep forgetting. I have a notebook in my backpack, I can write it down for you. Though I have to warn you, my handwriting may be hard to read. I work in the tech field so I spend most of my day typing.”

She pulled out a little black notebook from her purse that said “Naughty Fun” on the front in gold lettering. “Just tell it to me and I’ll write it down in here.”

I gaped at her. “You have a little black notebook? Like the… ummm… dirty kind?”

She winked at me, her girl-next-door looks at odds with her wicked smile. “I sure do. It’s kinda blank right now, but by the end of the week I hope to fill it with all kinds of fun stuff. Everything from where to get my favorite lip-gloss from my childhood, to fun new things for my Dom and I to try. Oh, and I have a special chart for which girl kisses the best.” She winked at me, fun and desire making her brown eyes sparkle. “Wanna be on the list?”

A little tingle shot through me as she leaned forward slightly, clearly inviting me to do the same. This class was ananything goesclass so kissing her wouldn’t be against any rules. Yet I somehow felt like I should be asking Caleb’s permission before I kissed her. Which was dumb because he’d been clearly into that woman he’d been talking to when I came in.

Asshole.

“What’s your name?” I asked her as I fingered the ring on her collar. “And would your Dom mind if I offered you a sample of my lip gloss to try?”

Desire softened her lips, making her eyelids heavy as she replied, “My name is Jennifer, and my Dom wouldn’t mind. He lets me play with girls.”

“In that case, Jennifer, would you like to kiss some of the lip-gloss off my lips? You know, to make sure the flavor is right? I’d hate to recommend something you may not like.”

“I would love to, beautiful girl,” she whispered back before slowly, carefully, licking the outline of my lips with the tip of her tongue. “Yum.”

An irritated man’s voice said from next to me, “I can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?”

I pulled back from a now worried-looking Jennifer to find Caleb glaring down at me. A quick glance around showed the woman who’d been sitting next to me had moved, and an irate Caleb stood in her place. The pretty Black woman in purple sat across the room, grinning broadly as Caleb crossed his arms and glared at me. I could feel his presence all along my body, and my hormones cheered his arrival.

He sat down next to me in the empty large chair with its curved surface for writing and leaned in my direction, getting in my personal space. “You were kissing that girl.”

I lifted my chin, my lips still tingling from her kiss. “I sure was, not that it’s any of your business.”

“Um,” Jennifer said hesitantly behind me. “I-uh do you know each other?”

Caleb leaned around me, his charming smile in place on his perfectly chiseled bone structure.

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