She takes the spatula the mask came with and applies the gloopy mess to Kirill’s face.
“It looks like snail slime,” Ace observes with a laugh.
“Hey.” I swat his thigh. “No smiling, remember.”
“Damn, you’re no fun.” He pouts.
“Once yours is dried, we can peel it off,” Mack says to Kirill with glee. “I love that part.”
Then she grabs some cucumbers. “Sit back and close your eyes. These will refresh your skin.”
She places the cucumbers on the guys’ eyes, and we take a slice for each eye, too.
“One more shot before we put the cucumbers on?” she asks.
I nod, and we down another shot of the vodka. It burns my throat, but it’s working its magic. I feel all heady, my body relaxing finally. I’m remembering how it feels to be normal again.
I glance over to the men, smiling at them both sitting back, facemasks covering their skin, and a couple of slices of cucumber on their eyes. Two such big men clearly getting comfortable with their more feminine sides warms me through.
Maybe everything will be okay after all.
29
ACE
The mask is so dry,it feels like my skin is parched. I can’t see why this is good for me, and I must look like an idiot.
“I think it’s time to take it off,” I mumble, feeling my skin crack. I remove the cucumber from my eyes so I can see again. My vision is all blurry, and I blink a couple of times to clear it.
The prettiest girl in the world comes into focus.
“Okay.” Camile jumps up. “Let me take it off.”
She has a face cloth in her hand, and she runs to the kitchen and returns with it steaming from being run under hot water. She proceeds to wipe the mask off, her strokes gentle but firm.
“So, do I have the skin of a male model?” I turn my face one direction and then the next so she can see.
“It’s certainly glowing,” she says, a hint of uncertainty in her tone.
Mackenzie grimaces. “It’s kind of red.”
Red? I stand and walk to thebathroom, where I take a look in the mirror. My face really is red, and blotchy as well. Damn. I think I may be having an allergic reaction to the face mask.
“What should I do?” I ask Camile as I stare at my increasingly angry-looking face in dismay.
“It will be okay,” she reassures me. “We just need to put some soothing cream on your skin. That will help calm things down. I’m sorry. I’ve used that mask before on myself and I’ve never had any problem with it.” She presses her fingers to my cheek and smiles. “You must just be such a sensitive baby.”
Honestly, I’d set my whole head on fire if it meant she kept touching me.
She takes a jar out of the bathroom cabinet and unscrews the lid. She scoops the thick white cream out of the jar with two fingers and slowly spreads it over my face. I will admit that it feels nice and cool against my skin. I also like having her this up-close and personal. Her breasts are mere inches from my chest. and her chin is upturned as she focuses on applying the cream. I fight the urge to spin her around and pin her against the sink and wrap her lovely legs around my hips.
I wonder how long it will take to get rid of our guests.
“Hurry up, you guys. We’re doing nails next.” The shout comes from the living room, and I turn to Camile with a raised brow.
“Oh, no.” I shake my head. “I’m not having an allergic reaction to nail polish. Plus, the guys will give me such a hard time.”
They must be able to hear me in the living room because Mackenzie laughs and calls back.
