Page 85 of Fairy Tale Lies
He shifted, sitting in front of her, running an index finger along the chain to where it fell between her breasts, then went lower. Within minutes, the necklace lay forgotten.
By the time they finished what Jacob started, Roger and Will could be heard moving around downstairs, and Greta’s excitement at giving Jacob his gift returned. She dragged him to the garage, hoping he loved his present.
Roger and Will removed the boxes and blanket hiding the sign, and Jacob’s face lit up and made her heart sing. He’d given her a bear hug, swinging her in a circle and pronouncing her the best girlfriend ever.
He wanted to leave immediately and hang it at Rework. Only when Will reminded him they had somewhere around thirty relatives arriving in a couple of hours did Jacob relent.
“How was your visit?” Jacob’s voice jolted Greta into the present.
“Huh?” Between her meandering thoughts and the Christmas movie on the TV, she couldn’t follow his question.
“Your mother’s? You came back when everyone was arriving. I never asked how your visit went.”
“Oh, fine. Cindy said she looks forward to seeing you on New Year’s. Mother and Nigel asked after you.”
Jacob gave a derisive snort. “I bet they did.”
She smacked him lightly on the shoulder. His sarcasm was justified. Whenever her parents had spoken of Jacob, animosity dripped from every word. In the end, she was glad the visit had been a solo one, although the thought of the New Year’s Day party made her stomach tighten in knots.
One day. They could survive one day with her parents.
Best to switch topics.“I like your cousin Tina. She’s from your mom’s side, right?”
The credits of the movie began scrolling across the TV. Jacob reached for the remote, but Will snatched it first. Jacob shrugged in defeat, turning back to Greta. “Yeah, she is. And I like her, but Jason’s annoying.”
Greta’s lips twitched, trying to hold in a smile. Tina and her brother were in their late to early twenties, and both nice. Though Jason came off a littletoointerested in her. Jacob had noticed, and, a couple of times, Greta worried he might grab his cousin by the collar and drag him off to a dark alley, never to be found again.
“Now that Tina has transferred to Mercy College, hopefully, she’ll come around more. You’ll have to invite her to your summer barbeque.” Greta tactfully didn’t mention Jason.
Instead of answering, he rose from the couch and took her hand. “Tired?”
It worried her when disagreements arose they both tended to change the subject. She supposed it beat arguing over every tiny thing.
Jacob helped her up, for she was more than ready to have him all to herself. They wished Roger and Will a Merry Christmas. Hand and hand, they walked to Jacob’s room.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Greta eyed her reflection in the full-length mirror, her heart tumbling every time she caught sight of the steep plunge in the back. It dipped to the small curve of her spine, almost showing her backside. “I’m not sure I can pull this off.”
“Oh, yes, you can. You’re smoking hot.” Susan was propped on the edge of the bathroom tub.
Jacob had somehow managed to get four tickets at one of Detroit’s hottest nightclubs, Oriole Terrace, on New Year’s Eve. They invited Susan and Miguel, and the two had arrived at Jacob’s place in the early afternoon, with Susan announcing she was giving Greta a “sex goddess” makeover.
For some reason, she’d agreed. The woman staring back at her from the mirror reminded Greta of her wild side, the one she kept hidden and only let run free when intimate with Jacob. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to show her to the general population.
Running her hand along the short hem of the dress Susan had brought with her, Greta tried tugging it lower. She’d be surprised if there were six inches of gold sequin material covering her thighs and bottom.
“What’s wrong with the dress I selected?” She asked Susan this earlier but figured it couldn’t hurt to try again.
“Don’t get me wrong. Your original dress was beautiful, in a refined sort of way. It’s better suited for one of your high society parties. We’re going to a trendy nightclub.” Susan eyed Greta from her 4-inch ankle strap heels to the artfully knotted hairdo. “Besides, Jacob will love this, and when he discovers those sexy thigh-high lace stockings, he’s going to be putty in your hands.”
Greta opened her mouth to protest, but Miguel hollered from the living room. “Come on, ladies! I’d like to be there before the ball drops.”
“Okay, okay, don’t get your balls in a bunch, Miguel,” Susan shouted, then said to Greta, “too late to change now. Come on, gorgeous.”
Taking a deep breath, Greta grabbed her evening purse. “Fine, let’s go.”
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