![]() ![]() But if you want to, my real name will do.” “Don’t say what?” His voice is trembling, too. “Don’t say that,” I command, climbing onto his lap. His voice cracks and he blushes redder than his hair, which makes the pimples dotted across his cheeks stand out. I rub the lipstick off, but the judgment in my eyes remains.Įvan will get what I’m most definitely not-the good girl. Normally I’d flat iron it into stick-straight submission, but this time, maybe I’ll drop the getup. I apply pink lipstick and leave my hair loose around my shoulders. Evan wouldn’t know what to do with a garter belt or fishnet stockings, and it’s not my intention to embarrass him any more than he already is. I open the drawer containing my garter belts and collection of fishnet stockings, then close it again. I know by the fear on his face and the smell of nervous sweat emanating from his armpits that Evan can’t handle the black lacy negligee, and especially not the red slip, the one with the slit that goes all the way up. ![]() ![]() When I’m carefully ensconced in my walk-in, I wiggle into a pair of pink satin boy shorts and a matching camisole. This is one level he won’t beat on the first try. He looks like he’s getting ready to play a video game. I sneak a glance back at him, at his crouched-over stance on the edge of my bed, his skinny shoulders hunched forward and his hands on his knees. ![]() “Wait there,” I tell Evan before slipping into my walk-in closet. Melanie, or whatever her name is, owes me big time. Tonight, I’m doing Evan Brown’s girlfriend a favor. ![]()
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