Page 42 of Tempt Me

She turned and looked up at me, her eyes fearful and hesitant.

It made sense. If she fucked up someone’s cues and tried to sell to someone who didn’t approve of her extracurriculars, she’d be ostracized from her little community.

“I assure you, ma’am. I enjoy the gum you keep.” I said, flashing my wallet discreetly.

The woman let out her worried breath and nodded, popping open the black satchel and reaching her hand inside it.

Sure enough, I heard the hallelujah bells going off in my head as she pulled out a baggie with a few joints. This would be enough to get Gardenia off my ass for now.

“What the fuck are you doing?” a familiar voice said behind me.

The woman and I let go of the bag in surprise, and it fell over the boat’s railing, floating down the river. The only fuckers getting high now were the damn fish.

I looked back at the intruder, and my knees nearly buckled underneath me. I held onto the railing to keep from joining the bag of weed in the water. Fallon stood before me in a dress that was…it was gorgeous. There was an eerie gothic feel to it that suited her so well.

“What are you doing?” she said again.

I started to smart off, but the woman spoke up, and I realized Fallon wasn’t talking to me. She was speaking to the dealer.

How did she know a dealer?

“Are you seriously selling pot at Grand’s stupid ass party? Sis, what are you thinking?”

My eyes widened, and I looked over at the female. She did resemble Fallon a bit, but the night and blinding fake lights above us made her features hard to distinguish.

“I…” her sister said, hanging her head, tears welling in her eyes.

I didn’t know what kind of family drama this was, but I was the one to get this chick in trouble.

“It’s okay, ma’am. Sorry for trying to sell ya my pot. You said you didn’t want it, and I am just stubborn.”

The two women snapped their attention toward me—one in disbelief and sympathy and the other in a blind rage.

“You tried to sell my sister pot?” She yanked her sister’s arm toward her. “What is wrong with you?”

“Meh… a lot.” I shrugged as casually as possible.”

Fallon was shaking with rage as she stomped her high heels, accentuating her beauty. The woman turned her head, giving me an appreciative look mixed with some sort of apology. I winked at her.

“Have a nice night, ladies,” I said, tipping my imaginary hat and leaning back against the railing.

Fallon’s sister smiled and waved before she walked back toward the group of partygoers, whereas Fallon stood there, fuming.

“Oh, I will,” she said, a sickly sweet smile plastered on her face.

She really did look beautiful. Her dress molded to her curves, showing off her hot figure. I was mesmerized, transfixed with this little beauty, but upon closer inspection, I realized why her dress looked so familiar.

It was littered with pieces of my shirt.

My Little Voyeur stitched my shirt into a dress, making a delightful creation of her own.

And my come was still on it.

Smirking down, “Nice dress.”

Fallon caught my gaze, her eyes flashing with the understanding that her secret had been revealed. But true to her personality, she didn’t allow her stare to falter. She fixed her eyes on me, plenty of challenge and resolve playing in her pale irises.

Before I knew what she intended, she plowed into me, knocking me backward and flipping me over the railing of the yacht.

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