Page 766 of One More Kiss
He scoffs. “Like you’ve never seen a penis before. You did a deep throat on your boss inside the elevator, and he was a complete stranger.”
I hear the zipper of his pants go up, and I look back at him. “Not fair. Plus, I don’t care about dicks in general, I just don’t want to see your dick.”
“Fair enough. Now let’s do something with your face because, girl, that eyeshadow is not your color.”
He takes the brush from my hand and makes me the most beautiful I can be. Ross is a magician when it comes to makeup and hair. Something I’ve always coveted. I’m not very good at either.
Ross finishes my face and takes a step to the side to see if I like it or not. I blink a few times before I stare at the mirror. I look like a totally different person, but I love what I see.
Ross purses his lips and flutters his eyes. “I knew you’d love it.”
I give an approving smile. He sets the brushes down on the counter and turns towards the mirror, before he practices his ‘straight voice.’ I watch curiously, doing my best to withhold snickers. Once he’s satisfied with his selection of a voice to use, he quickly turns his attention to me.
“Let me get us some drinks while you put on your dress. It will help calm the nerves.”
“I only have tequila from last Christmas.”
“Do you have limes?” he asks, eyebrows raised.
“I’m poor, Ross. Limes were the last thing I was thinking about at the grocery store.”
He holds up his hand and disappears down the hall. I shimmy into my dress, being careful not to smudge my makeup or mess my hair. I can’t zip it fully, but mostly, all my bits are covered.
“Wow, you look stunning.” Ross returns, setting the bottle of Patron and two shot glasses down on the table. The Patron was a gift from a past boyfriend, and it came in handy when I needed a drink to forget about him.
“Thanks. I think it will do for tonight. Can you zip me up?”
I turn around and give him my back. His cold hands make me jump, but the zipper goes up like a dream.
“Is this the same emerald dress from your cousin’s wedding?”
“Yes, except I added some stuff to it. Does it look cheesy?”
“Not at all. It’s gorgeous, babe. You look killer.”
I smile at the compliment and smooth my hands down the front of the dress. Ross hands me a shot and we click glasses before we quickly down the liquid fire. I shudder as it settles in my stomach, burning the whole way down.
“Another,” I say, holding my glass out to Ross. With a raised eyebrow, he refills my glass. We continue on with this for another three shots. With each shot I become a little looser, and calmer.
“So, how long do we have to stay at this place?”
“I don’t know, why? Do you have someplace else to be tonight?”
“Well, no, but I was just curious. Hell, I might even find someone to take home.”
“Ross, don’t forget you are my boyfriend tonight. No tail-chasing for you. Okay? You can’t ruin this for me, please.”
“I know, I know... don’t worry.”
He tells me not to worry, but I am worried. Several shots later, and after prancing in the mirror, practicing our acts for the night, we decide it is time to go.
By the time we leave for the party, Ross and I are both a little tipsy. I’m buzzed enough to not care what anyone thinks. I’m ready to take on the world. Fuck Nicholas and his hot face and strong arms. So what if I want to feel his tongue on my clit again? This night is going to be the last I think about him.
