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She plays with the fabric, her lips parting as she stares down at the designer clothes. She blinks and smiles—the precise reaction I am looking for. “Yeah, okay.”
“Here, let me help you.”
My hands slide to the bottom of her shirt, and I pause, raising both my brows, waiting for her to protest.
She doesn’t.
“Is this okay?”
She gives me a soft nod.
I glide my hands up and she raises her arms, allowing me to pull off her shirt. She’s not wearing a bra, and goddamn, if my dick wasn’t hard earlier when she was bent over, it sure as shit is now.
“Don’t peek, Tommy.”
Dammit. She switches between being a temptress and playing coy so fast, I wonder if she even realizes she does that.
I cover my eyes but peek a little as she quickly pulls the shirt over her head, revealing her tight and perky tits. Her body is sexier than I could have imagined.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
I zero in on her and, just as I suspected, she looks amazing.
She shifts, and her eyes gleam in panic as she eyes the skirt. I turn my head so she can change her bottoms in private.
While she changes, my eyes slide over to the hilt of the knife I have hiding in the backseat of my car.
The thought of hurting Didi with this knife makes me sick, but either way, this belt’s gotta go.
She slides out of the car and slides the skirt into place doing a twirly little dance. She looks gorgeous. “Tommy, I love it!”
I lean back and admire the pure joy radiating out of her. I motion for her to get back in, which she does with zero hesitation.
I lick my bottom lip at how gorgeous my girl is. “Here, I have another surprise.”
I pull out the eyelash stuff my sister wears, and a bit of other makeup girls use to make those sexy cat eyes. I’ve seen it enough on girls who wear this kind of make-up, I think I can replicate it.
Admittedly, my sister makes me do her makeup sometimes, and still does to this day, because I’m a damn good big brother.
I simply want Didi to be accepted. For one night, I want everyone else to see her the way I do.
“Close your eyes, firefly.”
She smiles and shuts her eyes, giggling when I put the mascara on her white lashes.
“How do you know how to do this?” she asks.
I frown. “Don’t move…I have to get the eyeliner just right.”
She’s trying so hard not to laugh. Her body vibrates while I focus and finish.
“Okay. Open them.”
She immediately pulls down the mirror and stares at herself for a few minutes in fascination. Her eyes beam when she looks at her reflection, almost like she’s seeing herself for the first time.
“You look sexy with cat eyes,” I tell her, grinning. “Hotter than any other girl in this town.”
She faces me and scoops her hands around my shoulders. “I’m sure glad I met you, Tommy Landry.” She kisses me and lingers her lips over mine, and I bite her bottom lip.
