Page 29 of Not In The Contract
“Something tells me you mean business this time.” I chuckled.
“I have every intention of enjoying myself.” She shrugged, sifting through her selection of leather, denim, and silk. “And maybe get you laid in the process.”
I choked on my own spit and laughed nervously. “You’re not even going to offer me dinner before you mention my sex life?”
“Whatsex life, babe?” she pressed, holding up one of my favorite skirts. “When was the last time you even thought about it?”
I pressed my lips together and glanced away. “I’ve been really busy with-”
“Busy with your studies, yeah, you always say that,” she scolded. “If you’re not careful, honey, you’ll forget where your own clit is.”
An outraged giggle climbed up my throat and I tossed a pillow at her. “That’s ridiculous, you asshole.” I chuckled. “Would you relax? I’ll be done pretty soon and then you can marry me off or whatever.”
“Ew, no, I won’t marry you off,” she said, her nose wrinkled in disgust. “Then I have to share you. Not happening. Here, wear this.”
She handed me a bundle of clothes and turned back to my closet in search of shoes.
I didn’t spend too much time looking at her choices and quickly toweled off to get dressed.
“Bra, no bra?” I asked, eyeing the scrap of material I somehow thought passed for a top two years ago.
“No bra, babe,” she called from inside my closet. “Less to take off.”
I snickered under my breath but did as she said anyway.
“I might catch a cold, Tam,” I scoffed, staring at my reflection in the mirror of my vanity.
“The only thing you’ll be catching is ass, babe, you look hot,” she said, straightening up with my highest pair of heels in her hands. “Now, let me add some sparkles!”
I sat as still as I could while Tamera did my makeup. Her fingertips fluttered over my skin, followed by the soft bristles of various brushes while she talked about her day.
“Nick was off sick today,” she said, dusting eyeshadow over my eyelids. “So poor Mags had to take his site visits and you know what she’s like with people.”
“I barely get a hint of eye contact and I’ve known her for three years,” I chipped in. “Was she okay?”
“I owe her dinner for sure.” She sighed. ”One of Nick’s clients is this really sticky old guy who only lets Nick touch his computer. I’m pretty sure he made Mags want to never see another human ever again.”
“Damn.” I frowned. “Maybe we could get her those mochi snacks she likes? You know, the ones you can only find out of state? She never buys them because it’s too expensive; I bet she’d love that.”
“If I wasn’t busy with your makeup I wouldkissyou for that.” Tamera groaned, relief clear in her words. “I should ask if she’d prefer to work from home for a while. Her anxiety has been through the roof recently.”
“She could work here, if she wants,” I offered. “She still stays with her sister, right? Her kids won’t make working easy. Plus, she’s worked here before.”
“Thanks, Devon,” she murmured, the weight in her voice giving the magnitude of her stress away.
“Okay, no more work talk,” I declared, smacking my hands on the outside of her thighs. “We’re having fun tonight, and we can think about work again on Monday, deal?”
“Aye aye, Captain.” She giggled. “We are just about done. There, take a look.”
I blinked my eyes open and peered at my reflection. My eyes rounded in surprise at the woman looking back at me.
“God, you’re good.” I smiled.
“I know,” she purred with a wink. “Gold has always looked good on you.”
And it was so subtle. Hints of gold on my eyelids, across my cheekbones and in the dip of my cupid’s bow. I had to hand it to her; she had some serious talent.
“Okay, let’s get out of here, I’m starving!”
