Page 118 of The Secret We Keep
“Holly—”
“He won’t be able to look away from you because, uh, hello.” She runs a hand up and down, gesturing to my body as she continues, “Then we make him desperate for you before we leave.”
I shake my head. “You’re mad.”
“No, I’m a genius.”
Letting out a sigh, I start walking. “I’m not sure.”
“You’re never sure about anything anymore.”
I look at her. There’s hope in her eyes that I’m going to agree to this. “Oh, crap.”
“What?” she asks quickly.
“Sarah.” I slap a hand to my head. “I told Sarah I would go to the game.”
Her mouth drops open. “Ha. There you have it. We’re going. It’s sorted.”
Swallowing, I give in and realise she might be right. “Will you promise not to call him He-man anymore?”
Her lips roll in on each other as she nods.
“Show me your hands.”
Slowly, she pulls her hands to where I can see them.
I raise a brow, and she uncrosses her fingers.
“Promise me.”
She groans. “Alright. I promise,” she says indignantly. “Now, we need to get back and get you ready. This is my first night off in ages and I don’t want to waste a second more talking about it.”
Look how hungry his arse is
Morgan
Alright,soHollywasn’tentirely wrong when she said she would make me look gorgeous. I checked myself in the mirror before we left and realised that, behind the mask, there’s a girl who actually enjoyed getting ready and making an effort to go out.
Unlike the last time I went to anything social, I haven’t slipped on any old clothes and skipped make-up. I still refused the fake eyelashes Holly insisted I wear, but I applied a thick layer of mascara and some blusher to my cheeks. Putting my trust in the failed hairdresser, I let her tame the curls and style my hair in a half-up-half-down do.
“Is it supposed to sit this low on my chest?” I tug at the black top showing off my cleavage.
Holly looks down at my tits. “Yeah.” She gives me a look that saysduh.
“I think I’m going to throw up.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You look sexy.”
Looking around the football field, everyone’s wearing coats and jackets. I don’t see any chests or bare legs. “I’m not sure sexy fits in here.” Oh, God, what am I doing?
“Listen to me.” She turns me to face her. “Remember your dream?”
Of course I do. I nod.
“Well, I told you that now we have to work harder to get them. So, that’s what we’re doing.” She gives me a stern nod. “Alright?”
Sucking in a breath of courage, I straighten my spine. “Right.”
