Page 29 of Easy Steal
“This is Livie,” I said, gesturing towards the small purple haired woman by my side.
“Nice to meet you,” Larissa said sweetly, but it sounded more like an insult.
Maybe this would work.
“You realise that we’ve met like, three times now, right?” Livie laughed as Larissa extended a hand.
“Oh, really?” Larissa’s eyebrows shot up, “I’m sorry. You must just have one of those faces.”
I noticed Livie purse her lips before she returned to her calm expression, and I knew that she was considering telling Larissa exactly where to go.
Larissa wore a skin tight, black cocktail dress that hugged her hips and the dip of her waist. I forced my eyes to stop wandering, and focused on Livie instead.
Obviously, it wasn’t hard.
She was beautiful too.
But her constant questioning about why I even liked Larissa was playing on my mind. Was it really as simple as me thinking with my dick?
“Sammy, you didn’t tell me you were thinking of dating someone,” Larissa frowned at me, before turning to Livie, “he tells me everything.”
“Hmm,” Livie looked up at me, “keeping me your little secret are you?”
“Never,” I smiled down at her, “just didn’t want to ruin my chances.”
Livie’s eyes narrowed.
“I couldn’t let this one slip through my fingers,” I said to Larissa, pulling Liv closer.
“You’re a lucky man,” Livie chuckled.
“Yes I am.”
Before I could register what was happening, Livie was on her tiptoes, pulling me close by the hair and planting her lips against mine. I sunk into the kiss, putting down my drink to wrap my arms around her waist.
When we pulled apart, Liv’s mouth hung open slightly and she took in a breath. All I could do was stare at her. We hadn’t been this close before, and for the first time I noticed the freckles on her nose, and that she smelled of vanilla and coconut.
“Have some respect, Samuel,” Larissa scolded, snapping me out of my daze.
“Sorry,” Livie answered for us both, “we just can’t keep our hands off of each other.”
I nodded, still looking at her.
Larissa shook her head and stormed off.
“I think we won that one,” Livie smirked, watching Larissa walk away.
“Yeah,” I managed.
“Look,” Livie said, on tipped toes, “your Mum is free. Do you want to go talk to her? I can go see Rome if you want privacy.”
I shook my head.
“No, you don’t want to talk to her?”
“Can you come?” I said quietly.
She frowned up at me, but nodded, slinking her arm through mine.
