Page 30 of All Your Firsts

“Fucking?”

I slam my hand across his lips to stop any other crazy things from coming out of his mouth. “Shh.”

He’s still as we stand face-to-face until I feel a wet sensation on my palm, which is pressed against his lips. I pull my hand away and look down at it shine in the dismal light.

“Did you just lick my hand?”

A smile is his only answer. He’s trying to irritate me, and it’s working.

“Just leave the way you came and stop following me,” I whisper-hiss.

“No,” he says as he waves his index and middle finger in my general direction. “And no to this outfit.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s too—”

“Too what?”

“You have nowhere to wear it.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Where?”

I stop myself before saying something stupid. “Just around the house.”

“Fuck no. Put it back.”

“I’ll wear what I want. When I want. Where I want.”

Vic takes a step toward me. “I’m in charge of you, which includes your body and virtue, if it’s still intact. If you wear this, it’llbe more trouble than I want to deal with. I also know for a fact you’d never wear this. It isn’t you.”

“You don’t know shit, and my virtue’s none of your business. Get out now... before someone sees you.”

Vic gives me one more look from head to toe. “Hurry up and get back to the shop.”

“I’m not on company time. I’m on my lunch, so I’ll come when I’m done. I’m also tacking on another ten minutes since you’re wasting my private time.”

“Fine,” Vic mutters before ripping the curtain open with a loud squeal and stomping out the boutique’s front door.

“Geez, that was intense. Is that how all your interactions go?” Jess asks.

“Pretty much. He’s such a dick.”

“You should have seen the way he was looking at you in that outfit. He looked pained.” Jess laughs as an alarm goes off. “Crap, there goes the oven. I have to go. See you tonight.”

“Okay. Thanks, Jess.”

“Always,” she says before hanging up.

I look back in the mirror one final time. The outfit is totally too much, but now I’m determined to wear it because he said no.

Who the hell does he think he is?

Besides, it’s not like he’ll see me, anyway.

Once Vic and I get home after yet another silent car ride, I rush to my room and lay out my clothes. I’m too excited to care about his shitty mood. I swear, he needs a chill pill or a smoke. He’s taking his guard job a little too seriously.

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