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“Okay. Fine. I’ll go and I’ll be happy about it,” I forced a smile.
“You don’t look very happy,” he chuckled. “Maybe, I should-” He leaned down, kissing me thoroughly, and took my bottom lip lightly between his teeth. He placed smaller kisses along my neck and my body arched into his.
“Trace,” I gasped his name out in a small cry.
His chuckle vibrated against my skin as he pulled the sheet completely off of me and moved lower.
Then, someone had to go and knock on the stupid door.
Trace cursed quietly, and climbed off of me, quickly covering my body with the sheet. He ran his fingers through his hair. “That has to be Avery. I’ll get the door while you get dressed,” he mumbled, striding from his bedroom.
I slipped out of the bed and dressed in record speed.
I was zipping my jeans when Avery busted into the room.
“Good, you’re dressed,” she dropped a garment bag on the bed, along with what looked like a suitcase full of supplies. “I was afraid I might see a nipple or something.”
“Then why would you come barging in here,” I snapped, mad that my best friend had known about this stupid extravagant party, and I had not.
“It’s the excitement that drives me,” she winked, opening the suitcase, dropping hair supplies and makeup on the bed. “It smells like sex in here. Y’all weren’t gettin’ it on when I knockety knock knocked, were you?” She asked, pretending to knock the air.
I rolled my eyes.
“You were!” She gasped. “Olivia Owens! You naughty girl,” she smacked my side.
I looked toward the doorway of the bedroom, for Trace, silently pleading for him to swoop in and save me from my best friend.
“I sent lover boy away,” Avery cackled. “There’s no one here to save you.”
“Ugh,” I groaned.
“Come on,” Avery grabbed me by the shoulders, and pushed me out of the bedroom, and into the bathroom. “Shower time.”
I half-expected her to strip me down, and force me inside the shower, but she didn’t. She simply smiled and closed the door.
I knew I was in for it.
I washed my hair, and scrubbed my body, until my skin was raw and pink.
Frankly, I wasn’t trying to get super clean, I was stalling for time.
When Avery started pounding on the door, I knew I had overstayed my welcome. I twisted the squeaky knob and the water shut off.
I dried my body with one of the fluffy gray towels, and dried the ends of my hair as well, then redressed in what I was wearing earlier.
Avery was raising her hand for another round of knocking when I opened the door.
“’Bout time,” she smirked. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the bedroom. “Sit,” she pointed to the bed.
I grumbled but did as she said.
She turned a blow dryer on and grabbed one of those huge round brushes with the spiky bristles. I cringed. Those things always hurt like hell when they touched your scalp.
Avery used the blow dryer to aid in straightening my hair but since it couldn’t get rid of all my natural waves, she ended up having to use a flat iron as well.
Once each strand of hair was straightened to perfection, she brushed it through, and started my makeup.
“I’m going for a dramatic look here, so don’t freak out,” she warned.
