Wingman [Woman]
Page 12He scrunches up his nose. “You can’t look like a street bum today.”
“I do not look like a street bum.” I gasp. “Jeans are very classy.”
“Your jeans have holes in them.”
“I will have you know I purchased them like that.”
He raises his brows. “Then you got ripped off.”
“You have no idea about fashion.” I sigh shaking my head. “Poor man.”
He looks up at the ceiling, as if gathering his calm, and then he turns his golden eyes back to me. “I’ll call Roberta and have her bring you something . . . sexier.”
I poke my tongue out at him and stand. “Fine, only because you pay me well. Hair up or down?” I ask as I walk to the bathroom.
“Down, and wear the bra that makes your tits look good.”
“I didn’t know you were looking?” I call out.
He chuckles again and I smile. I get into his massive, black and white bathroom. The dark granite benchtops are lined with expensive products. I open the drawer and pull out a comb, and then I get to work styling my hair. Reign comes in about half an hour later and thrusts a dress at me, along with a pair of sandals. Then he reaches over and takes a strand of my hair, pulling it back. I try hard not to shiver.
“Tuck this back, looks nicer.”
He turns and walks back out before I can throw some smart-ass response at him. Instead, I pin my hair back like he wanted it and then I turn and stare down at the dress. Ugh, it’s so . . . nice girl. It’s a white halter dress that has a low dip at the front, exposing a good amount of breast. It’s tight on the top, but flares out at the base. The good-girl parts are the tiny, purple flowers all over it.
“You can’t be fucking serious?” I yell.
“I look as though I need to go to church.”
“Maybe you do.”
“Fuck you, Reign.”
“Later, babe. Now get dressed.”
Fine. Asshole.
I throw off my clothes and pull on the dress. Okay, when it’s on, I will admit it does look pretty with a little sexy edge. I perk my boobs up, slip on the white sandals and then double check my hair and makeup before walking back out. Reign looks up when I step into the living room. His eyes flash for a second before his mask is back on.
“Perfect.”
“Gee, Tia,” I mock. “You look so sexy, thank you for wearing this ugly dress for me.”
“It’s not an ugly dress.”
I shake my head and walk over to take my purse. “Are we taking the SUV?”
“Yeah,” he says, pulling on a light grey sweater over a pair of dark jeans. He looks divine.
“That’s an ugly shirt,” I say, scrunching my nose up. “You look ugly.”
He grins at me, and I lose my breath because it’s so rare. He walks over and presses a kiss to my head. “You look sexy, thank you for wearing that ugly dress for me.”
He lifts his keys and jingles them at me. “You ready?”
I stand and hook my arm through his. “Let’s rock this party.”
~*~*~*~
Selena is . . . wow. Just wow.
Blond hair down to her perfectly-formed hips. Eyes so blue the sky is jealous. Big, pink lips that even I am feeling the urge to kiss, and a body that belongs on the cover of a magazine. No wonder he’s hung up on her; shit, I would be too. She’s . . . wowzers. Just damn.
“Jesus,” I say, keeping close to him. “I’m pretty sure even I want to fuck her.”
He looks down at me with a horrified expression. “I always knew you loved to munch rugs.”
“I am not a lesbian,” I say, shoving him.
“Act like a lady, babe. She just saw me.”
I straighten up, plaster a fake smile on my lips, and hook my arm through Reign’s. Selena is watching him and when she sees me touch him, her eyes harden. Oh, so she isn’t over him? Good to know. As we get closer to her, she only gets harder to look at. Her perfection burns my eyes.
“Reign,” she purrs in a perfect sing-song voice as we stop.
He slides my arm from his and leans forward, brushing his lips against her cheek. Shit, I think I just had a mini-orgasm. So did she. Her eyes flutter closed and she breathes him in.
Awkward.
“You too,” she says in a shaky tone as he steps back. “It’s been a while. You look good, Reign.”
Her eyes turn to me and narrow. “And this is . . .”
“This is Tiani. She’s with me.”
Her lips from a little O, but she says nothing. She just turns back to him and flutters her eyelids. “I’m back in town. I’d love to have lunch sometime.”
He nods. “That would be great.”
“Well,” she says, turning towards the course, “I have to go. I’ll see you soon, Reign.”
I watch as she disappears.
“She’s still into you,” I point out.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He nods, with a quick jerk of his head. “Good.”
Double awkward.
We make our way through crowds of people, stopping so Reign can chat. He knows a shitload of people and by the end of the afternoon my legs are aching. Seriously, I have walked half the course just following him around as he moves from person to person, well, okay, it wasn’t half the course but it was close. When he stops at the next lot, I find a seat and flop down onto it with a sigh.