Page 6 of The First Time
Piper tugs at her low-cut pink dress. "She was wearing the same dress. It's part of the new BCBG Spring collection. It's all the hotness."
Can't say I pay much attention to women's fashion, any fashion for that matter. I've been wearing the same thing—jeans, button up shirt, motorcycle boots, leather jacket—since forever.
I guess the groupie chick was also wearing a pink dress. It didn't look the same on her. It played up her fake hair, her fake eyelashes, her candy colored makeup. She might as well have hadcheap groupietattooed on her forehead with the way she pawed at my arm and purredOh my God, Kit Lockhartlike my name turned her on more than anything else about me.
"Kit?" Piper's voice pulls me back.
"Yeah?"
"You're giving me a weird look."
Fuck, I am. Piper might be right about the dress, but she looks like a kid wearing her older sister's slutty clothes. Her medium brown hair is hanging straight over her shoulders. Her makeup is silver sparkles and pink lip gloss.
Don't get me wrong. Piper is a pretty girl. She has gorgeous, expressive blue eyes, long legs, and very appealing curves. She's not busting with t&a, but what she's got is nice.
In aninnocent kidkind of way.
If it was any other woman, I'd want to corrupt her. With Piper, I want to protect her.
Which means I need to stop staring. "You hungry?"
"I could eat."
I move to the kitchen and show her my selection. This is the best kitchen money can buy—stainless steel appliances, fancy island, premium pots and pans—but I rarely use it for anything besides heating up prepared meals. There's a handful of them in the fridge and a host of canned shit in the pantry.
Piper looks back to me with an incredulous expression. "You have no fresh food."
"Leaving for the tour in two days."
"Still, you don't even have a lemon. Or an apple. Do you even have frozen broccoli?"
"Even?"
"Okay, you're right. It'syourkitchen. You can keep it a bachelor pad." She slides onto the kitchen island and plants her palms on the counter.
The way she leans forward, pushing her dress lower and her breasts higher, makes it difficult to concentrate. For a second, she's not my friend's baby sister. She's a hot woman looking at me with lust in her gorgeous blue eyes.
A hot woman in my apartment.
A hot woman who could be naked in my bed in five minutes flat.
I shake it off. "You want anything specific?"
"Noodles."
"Any kind of pasta?"
She nods. "I'd kill for pho, but I doubt you have Vietnamese noodle soup laying around."
"Orange County girl," I tease. There's a huge Vietnamese population in central Orange County which means a ton of Vietnamese restaurants.
She beams with pride. "Born and raised."
"There's a place around here that does delivery." I pull out my phone to find the number. I'm greeted with a few dozenlet's partytext messages. I don't mind the booty calls but the others... "Remind me to change my number."
"Change your number." Her lips curl into a teasing smile.
Piper has a nice smile. I've never stopped to notice it before. I've always liked her as a friend, but we've never really spent any time together. Not alone.
