Page 46 of Looks Real Good Now
“Fancy places. Almost any hockey game you want. Some swanky parties. The more I talk, the more I realise that youprobably got the bum end of the deal because all my perks involve being outside and you are not an outside person.”
“I like being outside. Once a month and only on Saturdays.”
“I can agree to those terms.”
“Good. Can you also agree to hold this mirror? I gotta do my eyeliner.”
I moved across the room and sat opposite her, our knees brushing as I took the mirror from her.
“This okay?” I asked. She took my wrist and moved it around until she was happy. The gentle touch of her fingers on my skin made butterflies swoop in the pit of my stomach.
“You need to stop looking at me like that if you expect me to make it out of the house. I might just need to have my way with you instead.”
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like you haven’t eaten for hours.”
I laughed softly.
“It has been a while.”
“It’s barely been twenty-four hours.” She rolled her eyes and then blinked one shut, holding it taut before she started drawing a black line across her lash line.
“Yeah, a while.”
“You’re fucking ridiculous. Can you tilt it down a bit?”
I did as she asked until she hummed an affirmative.
“I am very much of the belief that you deserve to be eaten out at every available moment. Finish your wings and I’ll give you a quick one before you get dressed and then we can go.”
“Bold of you to assume that I still do the same makeup that I did as a teenager,” she said as she finished one eye.
“Bold of you to assume that I haven’t looked at everything you’ve posted online over the last few days and have seen proof that you do. Only you don’t bother with eye shadow anymore.”
“Yeah, I left that in high school. You’re telling me that you never looked me up once over the years?”
“Didn’t see the point. You ever look me up?”
She looked at me with both eyes.
“Never intentionally, but it’s hard to ignore Gunner the NHL wonder when he insists on being the best to ever do it or some shit. And that underwear advert. Did you request it be on every billboard around the city?” She closed the other eye.
“Yes, I happened to love going to my place of work every day and being met by my own blown-up crotch.”
Lenny snorted and then cursed under her breath.
“You can put the mirror down. I gotta go remove this eyeliner and start again.”
She pressed her hand on my thigh as she untangled her legs from underneath her. She was wearing a sweater that was big enough to fall below her bum and nothing else except—
“Are you wearing a garter belt?” I asked as she stood up. I could feel lust coursing through my veins and settling in my groin at the thought.
“Yeah, I hate tights but I’m not in the mood to brave it with bare legs, so therefore, garter belt and stockings.”
“There’s a Claus joke in there somewhere.”
“I’ll leave you to think about it while I go sort out this eye.”
