undeniable attraction to him. I needed to stomp out that fire soon because a guy like Adam would burn me.
“Has anyone ever told you what a pain in the ass you are?” I questioned him sharply.
He flashed me a freakishly perfect smile. “All the time. Has anyone ever told you what a pain in the ass you are?”
I wanted to throttle him for throwing my words back at me “No.” Yes . Sophie reminded me often.
“You’re a horrible liar. Now hurry the hell up.”
With a huff, I turned on my heel and, as leisurely as possible, walked to my room, purposely sashaying my hips as I went. As soon as my door was shut, I frantically ripped through my closet. I was feeling spunky tonight, so I wanted to look the part. I found a black miniskirt and a snug charcoal racer-back tank top. For makeup, I went for a smoky lid with black liner and mascara and clear gloss on my lips. I left my hair down. It was already curled from earlier in the day, so I ran some tousling spray through it and left it a tad disheveled. I put on a mix of red, black, and silver bangles and finished my look with a pair of medium-sized black hoop earrings. Against my light blond hair, all of the dark colors made me feel pretty sexy.
I went to Sophie’s room and found her sitting at her vanity, pinning her hair in an up-do. I opened her closet and pulled out her pair of red stilettos. “I hope you weren’t planning on wearing these,” I said, holding up the shoes, so she could see them in the mirror.
“Nope, all yours.” She gave me an appraising look. “Damn, girl. You look super-hot. Anyone in particular you’re trying to impress?” she prodded knowingly. Sometimes she was a little too perceptive for my liking.
“Nobody at all. Just felt like looking sexy tonight. It’s a nice change from my twenty-four-seven pajama wardrobe.”
“Yeah, it is. How much time do I have?” I looked at her bedside alarm clock. “Is your clock accurate?”
“Yes.”
“Then three minutes.”
“Screw you and your stupid bet.”
She put in a final bobby pin with excessive force. Her hair and makeup looked flawless, but she still needed to get dressed. She went into her walk-in closet. I laughed as clothes began raining out of the closet door, while obscenities were raining from her mouth.
“I’ll be in the living room. Good luck.”
Adam and Conner were watching a baseball game while they waited for us. I was pleasantly surprised that the dinner table had been cleaned up. They turned around at the sound of my stilettos on the hardwood floor.
Adam let out a low, drawn out whistle. “I take back my previous comment. I’m glad you had your fifteen minutes.”
“Not too slutty, right?” Why am I asking him that question?
“I like slutty, but not on you, Princess, because you aren’t a slutty girl. So no, not too slutty. More like drop dead gorgeous.”
I just had one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen call me gorgeous. I could feel my cheeks flush at the compliment. “Um, thanks,” I said a little too gushingly.
I sat down on the couch and looked at the clock. Sophie was currently at eighteen minutes. Conner begrudgingly handed Adam a twenty dollar bill. Two minutes later, Sophie came into the living room in black shorts and a silver sequined tube top. She was wearing black wedges, and all of her jewelry was silver and sparkly. Her auburn hair and red lipstick stood out beautifully.
I opened my mouth to tell her how amazing she looked, but Conner beat me to it. “Wow, Babe. You are absolutely stunning.” These boys sure know how to give a compliment . She blew him a kiss.
Adam waved his newly gained twenty bucks in front of Sophie. “Conner’s right, you do look stunning, but you took twenty minutes, so your boy-toy lost our little side bet.
Sophie stuck out her lip. “I’m sorry, Conner. I didn’t know you bet money.”
He pulled her close and gave her a light kiss. “The way you look, who cares about money?”
Adam laughed.
“Has anyone ever told you what a pain in the ass you are?” I questioned him sharply.
He flashed me a freakishly perfect smile. “All the time. Has anyone ever told you what a pain in the ass you are?”
I wanted to throttle him for throwing my words back at me “No.” Yes . Sophie reminded me often.
“You’re a horrible liar. Now hurry the hell up.”
With a huff, I turned on my heel and, as leisurely as possible, walked to my room, purposely sashaying my hips as I went. As soon as my door was shut, I frantically ripped through my closet. I was feeling spunky tonight, so I wanted to look the part. I found a black miniskirt and a snug charcoal racer-back tank top. For makeup, I went for a smoky lid with black liner and mascara and clear gloss on my lips. I left my hair down. It was already curled from earlier in the day, so I ran some tousling spray through it and left it a tad disheveled. I put on a mix of red, black, and silver bangles and finished my look with a pair of medium-sized black hoop earrings. Against my light blond hair, all of the dark colors made me feel pretty sexy.
I went to Sophie’s room and found her sitting at her vanity, pinning her hair in an up-do. I opened her closet and pulled out her pair of red stilettos. “I hope you weren’t planning on wearing these,” I said, holding up the shoes, so she could see them in the mirror.
“Nope, all yours.” She gave me an appraising look. “Damn, girl. You look super-hot. Anyone in particular you’re trying to impress?” she prodded knowingly. Sometimes she was a little too perceptive for my liking.
“Nobody at all. Just felt like looking sexy tonight. It’s a nice change from my twenty-four-seven pajama wardrobe.”
“Yeah, it is. How much time do I have?” I looked at her bedside alarm clock. “Is your clock accurate?”
“Yes.”
“Then three minutes.”
“Screw you and your stupid bet.”
She put in a final bobby pin with excessive force. Her hair and makeup looked flawless, but she still needed to get dressed. She went into her walk-in closet. I laughed as clothes began raining out of the closet door, while obscenities were raining from her mouth.
“I’ll be in the living room. Good luck.”
Adam and Conner were watching a baseball game while they waited for us. I was pleasantly surprised that the dinner table had been cleaned up. They turned around at the sound of my stilettos on the hardwood floor.
Adam let out a low, drawn out whistle. “I take back my previous comment. I’m glad you had your fifteen minutes.”
“Not too slutty, right?” Why am I asking him that question?
“I like slutty, but not on you, Princess, because you aren’t a slutty girl. So no, not too slutty. More like drop dead gorgeous.”
I just had one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen call me gorgeous. I could feel my cheeks flush at the compliment. “Um, thanks,” I said a little too gushingly.
I sat down on the couch and looked at the clock. Sophie was currently at eighteen minutes. Conner begrudgingly handed Adam a twenty dollar bill. Two minutes later, Sophie came into the living room in black shorts and a silver sequined tube top. She was wearing black wedges, and all of her jewelry was silver and sparkly. Her auburn hair and red lipstick stood out beautifully.
I opened my mouth to tell her how amazing she looked, but Conner beat me to it. “Wow, Babe. You are absolutely stunning.” These boys sure know how to give a compliment . She blew him a kiss.
Adam waved his newly gained twenty bucks in front of Sophie. “Conner’s right, you do look stunning, but you took twenty minutes, so your boy-toy lost our little side bet.
Sophie stuck out her lip. “I’m sorry, Conner. I didn’t know you bet money.”
He pulled her close and gave her a light kiss. “The way you look, who cares about money?”
Adam laughed.
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