Page 17 of Kiss My Crown
“Any chance this crap will let up anytime soon?” I groan.
She laughs out loud. “Yeah, right. With your winning attitude and all the crap you give us? I’m gonna milk this shit for all it’s worth.”
Just. Great.
A horn honks outside and I grab my purse.
I know that this shouldn’t bother me. It shouldn’t be affecting the way I feel or making me feel like I want to go incognito when I’m out with him. Walking up to the car, I can’t deny that when he isn’t looking like a hungover hobo he is totally hot. His shaggy brown hair is messed up to perfection in a way that was so much sexier before Justin Bieber made it gay.
“Hey there, Princess.” He winks at me.
I was so hoping that he wasn’t going to bring up work.
I give him the best fake smile I can manage as I climb into the car.
He pulls out of the parking lot. “I can’t believe that we have never run into each other before.” Because I avoided all of you like you had the plague. “I mean, as big as the park is, it can feel so small sometimes.” Like the way this car seems to be suffocating me. “I heard you might be moving to the fairies.”
“Excuse me? The fuck I am.” My head whips toward him and his eyes grow wide.
“Whoa, sore subject, I guess.” He laughs nervously. “They’re not that bad, you know.”
“Oh, yeah?” I arch an eyebrow at him. “Tell me one of them you haven’t met after someone you knew had a one-night stand or a long-standing fuck buddy relationship with them.”
Silence fills the small area as he is racking his brain trying to find an answer that will never come. Those fairies have their legs open more than a Kardashian.
“Told you so. I might be a bitch, but I’m definitely an honest bitch.”
“Never said you were a bitch. I like the feisty side of you.” He lets out an exaggerated growl, and I laugh. “So if you hate the fairies so much, what’s with the talk about you moving over to them?”
“I’m on Ethan’s shit list for not being my most ‘magical self.’ He basically told me to shape up or get demoted to hell. I refuse to spend every day teaching those idiots how to spell the words right in those damn autograph books and talking like I drank an entire tank of helium. Not only that, but I despise glitter. It’s basically like herpes. The shit never goes away. You think you get all of it and then bam, three weeks later you find some.” I cross my arms in irritation as Justin breaks out in laughter. “It really isn’t funny.”
“It is, though.” He pulls into a parking lot, and I look up to see a store called Lover’s Lair.
My eyes widen. “You’re taking me to a sex shop on the second date? I must really give off the slutty vibe or I’m super shitty in bed. I honestly don’t know which would be worse.”
“It’s neither. We’re going to the movies, but I had to stop by and see a friend of mine real quick, and this was on the way. He works here.”
I mentally make a note that he could totally get me a discount the next time my rabbit craps out on me.
“You good?”
I look over at him and nod. “I just hope you can handle me in here.” I climb out of the car before he can say anything else.
When I walk in the walls are decorated with a mix of red and black, with a white tile floor. Toys line the walls with numerous displays set up in the middle of the aisles.
The boy standing in front of me smiles. “Welcome to Lover’s Lair. Would you like a tour?”
“Joe, you don’t have to do that, she’s with me.” Justin walks up behind me.
“The hell he doesn’t. I’d love a tour of this pleasure palace and all of the wonderful things inside of it.” I wink at Justin before walking toward his friend.
Joe shoots Justin a look that seems apologetic before looking over at me. “Welcome to Lover’s Lair where every day is a new adventure.” He waves us toward him in an over exaggerated gesture. “We are going to start in our most tame section, the vibrator section.”
My eyes go wide as I take in all the B.O.B.s.
It’s like angels are singing with pleasure form the heavens.
“I may need to take a new best friend home.” I turn to Justin and wiggle my eyebrows. “We may need to cut this date short.” Patting him on the shoulder I turn back to the wall of pleasure.
