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Liam

L enny was slowly driving me wild.

She wasn’t even doing anything that exciting, just sitting cross-legged on her bed, holding a mirror in her hand and doing her makeup.

“Not to give you a complex, but staring at me like that is making me feel like I am running late. Am I running late?”

“No, we’ve got like an hour and besides, it’s a party. Who arrives on time for a party?”

“Me, because I am early to everything even when I don’t mean to be.”

“Well, you’re with me now and I am very good at making an entrance. So you’ve got time.” I had also given her a time that was ninety minutes after the ‘start’ time of the party, knowing that she would be ready early. I was just as bad. I was already ready to go. Being early was usually great, except for when parties were involved.

“What else does being with you get me?” she teased.

“Fancy places. Almost any hockey game you want. Some swanky parties. The more I talk, the more I realise that you probably got the bum end of the deal because all my perks involve being outside and you are not an outside person.”

“I like being outside. Once a month and only on Saturdays.”

“I can agree to those terms.”

“Good. Can you also agree to hold this mirror? I gotta do my eyeliner.”

I moved across the room and sat opposite her, our knees brushing as I took the mirror from her.

“This okay?” I asked. She took my wrist and moved it around until she was happy. The gentle touch of her fingers on my skin made butterflies swoop in the pit of my stomach.

“You need to stop looking at me like that if you expect me to make it out of the house. I might just need to have my way with you instead.”

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like you haven’t eaten for hours.”

I laughed softly.

“It has been a while.”

“It’s barely been twenty-four hours.” She rolled her eyes and then blinked one shut, holding it taut before she started drawing a black line across her lash line.

“Yeah, a while.”

“You’re fucking ridiculous. Can you tilt it down a bit?”

I did as she asked until she hummed an affirmative.

“I am very much of the belief that you deserve to be eaten out at every available moment. Finish your wings and I’ll give you a quick one before you get dressed and then we can go.”

“Bold of you to assume that I still do the same makeup that I did as a teenager,” she said as she finished one eye .

“Bold of you to assume that I haven’t looked at everything you’ve posted online over the last few days and have seen proof that you do. Only you don’t bother with eye shadow anymore.”

“Yeah, I left that in high school. You’re telling me that you never looked me up once over the years?”

“Didn’t see the point. You ever look me up?”

She looked at me with both eyes.

“Never intentionally, but it’s hard to ignore Gunner the NHL wonder when he insists on being the best to ever do it or some shit. And that underwear advert. Did you request it be on every billboard around the city?” She closed the other eye.

“Yes, I happened to love going to my place of work every day and being met by my own blown-up crotch.”

Lenny snorted and then cursed under her breath.

“You can put the mirror down. I gotta go remove this eyeliner and start again.”

She pressed her hand on my thigh as she untangled her legs from underneath her. She was wearing a sweater that was big enough to fall below her bum and nothing else except—

“Are you wearing a garter belt?” I asked as she stood up. I could feel lust coursing through my veins and settling in my groin at the thought.

“Yeah, I hate tights but I’m not in the mood to brave it with bare legs, so therefore, garter belt and stockings.”

“There’s a Claus joke in there somewhere.”

“I’ll leave you to think about it while I go sort out this eye.”

Just as it felt like Lenny was gone for a tad too long, she came back in, eye now fully lined.

“Could you have just done your makeup in the bathroom?”

“I could have, but there was something nostalgic about sitting on the bed in my childhood bedroom, doing my makeup for a party with all our high school friends. That, and I really could not be bothered to get up. You got your Claus joke yet?”

“No, I keep getting stuck somewhere between stockings, stuffing, and naughty.”

She laughed as she started rolling a stocking up her leg.

“You’re doing it again, Muller,” she said. Her voice sounded like it was coming from far away. I was too focused on her fingers unfurling the fabric up her calf and onto her thigh before securing it to the garter belt.

“We don’t have to go to this party,” I said, still looking at her legs. I didn’t see the sock coming until it hit me in the face.

“I have put on a full face of makeup and steamed the creases out of my dress, Liam. You are not going to be the only person who sees it.”

“Fine, I’m going to wait for you downstairs because if I watch you pull that other stocking up, we are not leaving this bedroom,” I said.

“That’s the smartest thing you’ve said today,” she replied.

She came downstairs wearing a tight red dress that settled just under the top of her stockings and highlighted the curve of her ass. Her heels made her already long legs look miles longer. I let out a groan and Lenny giggled.

“I need you to know that, although yes, I did pack this outfit just in case I had to go to a party, I had no intention of wearing it. I had cosy Christmas Eve plans that you ruined by accepting this party invite. And I’m a nice girlfriend, but I’m not that nice. Realistically, I could have worn nice jeans and a sweater, and it would’ve been fine. But now you are going to have to attend with the knowledge that if you inch this hem just a couple of centimetres, you’re going to reach the sensitive skin of my upper thighs. And just above that, all you would have to do is slip my underwear to the side to get your hands on my pussy which, surprise, is wet.”

There was so much about what Lenny had just said to dissect, but my mind kept getting stuck on the fact that she had called herself my girlfriend. Just girlfriend. Not a mention of the word fake anywhere.

Just a woman who wanted to cruelly tease her boyfriend because he made her go out to a party.

“You look beautiful.”

Lenny clearly still hadn’t learned how to take a compliment, so she rolled her eyes and went to get her coat. As she pulled it on, she studied me slowly, taking in what I was wearing. Black jeans and a dark grey knit sweater that she would borrow indefinitely if I gave her a fraction of a chance. It was an outfit simply unworthy of being in the same stratosphere as hers, but it didn’t matter because Alana was looking at me like she wanted to drag me back upstairs.

“You look shit-hot too, Muller,” she said, shaking her shoulders, and I guess clearing whatever fantasy she had going through her head, before opening the front door and waiting for me to catch up.