Page 68 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
“Wynter, come on!” Tinka complained. “Dr. Boo is at home. You don’t have to impress anybody. Just put on something, bitch!”
I stuck my head out of the closet.
“Just because my man is at home, doesn’t mean I have to go out looking anything but good.”
Tinka and Asia looked at each other before making kissy faces.
“Oooo! Her man!’ Tink cooed. “You heard that, right, Asia?”
“And did! When did you and my brother make things official!”
I blushed. “I mean… we haven’t. Not really. But after we hooked up, he said he was on my ass.”
“You slept together!” Asia screamed.
Tinka stuck her tongue out and swirled her hips. “Had her ass up on that bathroom counter going to pound town.”
Asia covered her mouth. “Oh my God! Not my brother. Not sweet Jaxxy. Stop. Don’t tell me anymore. I need to preserve my image of him.”
Tinka and I laughed at her dramatics.
“I’m sure he feels the same about you and your husband,” I said. “We’ve seen that man.”
“We did?” Tinka asked.
“He was the contractor for the house.”
Her head jerked toward Asia. “That fine ass man was your husband?”
Asia blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “That’s my baby! Fair warning. If I get drunk, and start saying I miss my man, go on and call him to come get me. It’s demon time. My daughter is with her grandparents this weekend too! We’re gonna have a time.”
Tink slapped her a high five. “I know that’s right. Should I call Dr. Boo for you, Wynter.”
“Nope. I’ll call him myself.”
The two of them fell out laughing as I went back into the closet to find something to wear. I decided on a corset top that held everything in and pushed my breasts up, a skirt with a high split, and a pair of heels. I added gold jewelry to accessorize and spritzed on my favorite perfume. My makeup was already done, and my hair was styled in a sleek top knot.
When I stepped out of the closet, the girls were on their feet, clapping their hands.
“Yes, cousin!” Tinka exclaimed.
“Oooo, girl!” Asia came over and palmed my titties, giving them a shake. “You look amazing, Wynter. Go on and strike a pose so I can send it to my brother. Make sure you show that thigh!”
She rushed back over to her phone. I giggled as I posed for several pictures before they joined me in my floor-length mirror to take group photos. No sooner did Asia send my picture to Jaxson was he calling my phone.
“Hey, you.”
“Love.”
His voice was deep and raspy, like someone had sucked all the air out of him.
“Why do you sound like that?”
“Why do you look so fucking good?”
I blushed. “I tried. You like?”
“I love it. I almost wanna come over and strip you out of it.”
