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When I step inside the bedroom Poppy has ended the tour on, I take a deep breath. A
huge floor to ceiling window covers the back wall and I smile when I see the bed. A sleek, black bed with a white down comforter and about a million pillows stare back at me and I have to contain myself not to run and jump on it.
“Poppy, this whole place is just stunning. I mean, I’ll admit I am jealous,” I say wrapping my arm around her.
“Don’t be jealous. I work my ass off for this and I’m hardly ever here.” She starts walking out of the guest room and turns her head to look at me. “Let’s go eat girl.”
She was right, this pizza is the best I’ve ever eaten I’ve had two pieces, even though I was full. We’ve just been talking about the city and enjoying light conversation. “I just got here and I already don’t want to leave,” I say looking around.
“Come on Brooklyn, tell me what’s going on. This isn’t you.”
“I don’t know what it is. It’s nothing and it’s everything,” I say in all honesty.
“Let’s go relax on the bed and you can talk until you pass out.”
We climb onto her bed and it is so damn comfortable, I know I’ll be asleep soon. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think I just need a break from Hank for this week.”
“What did he do? Do I need to send my guys out to Cali to kick his ass?” she asks, completely serious.
“No.” I roll onto my side, facing away from her copper eyes. I’d rather not see the expression on her face when I confess why I’m sad. I tell her everything about last Sunday and when I finish, I feel a tear roll down my cheek.
“Sweetie, get some sleep,” that’s all she says in a serious tone and climbs off the bed. I’m shocked she doesn’t have something nasty to say or that she isn’t screaming about kicking his ass. She just listened. My eyes are so heavy I can’t keep them open. As soon as I close them, I feel my body being taken under.
**
“Brooklyn, come on sleepy head,” Poppy whispers above me.
I slowly open my eyes and I notice it’s dark out. “Holy shit, what time is it?”
“It’s almost nine o’clock,” she says, dropping clothes, shoes, and makeup onto the bed.
I sit up and look at her with wide eyes. “Nine o’clock. I ruined the whole night, I’m so sorry.”
She laughs and pulls the covers off me. “You are too much. Our night hasn’t even started yet. Now go take a shower and I’m going to help you get ready. I grabbed a bra and panties for you out of your bag and believe me girl, before you leave you’ll be getting new ones.”
In the bathroom, I sigh as I smooth my long brown hair with my fingers. I get undressed and step under the warm water. The water pounds into the achy muscles in my shoulders, relaxing me. As I’m surrounded in the heavenly scent of coconut, the shower curtain whips open. “What the hell?” I scream and try to cover myself.
Poppy starts laughing and says, “Relax girl, we both have the same parts. Make sure you shave, because I’ve picked out a great skirt for, holy shit what the fuck is that?”
I look down and utter embarrassment courses through me. “Get out, Poppy.”
“Brooklyn, you need to get rid of that forest,” she says, starting to really laugh now.
My face burns with embarrassment and all I want is for her to get the hell out. Close the damn shower curtain at least. “Shut up, I trim.” How fucking humiliating.
Laughing hysterically, she says, “Girl, you need to mow that damn thing.” She closes the curtain and I cover my face. This was a bad idea. Of course the curtain pushes open again. “Here, use this and shave that shit down and hurry because we have a lot of work to do before we leave.”
I rush out the shower and wrap my body and hair in a towel, before going back to the bedroom to look for Poppy. She’s in front of the m
irror fixing her hair and a bit of jealousy hits me. She looks so beautiful, so sexy. Her long blonde hair has a riot of curls, her makeup is heavy, yet sexy. The outfit she has on is what really pulls it all together. She has on a tight, black strapless top and her breasts are nearly falling out, but it looks hot. Black leather capri pants and bright red heels finish off her look. “Wow, you look amazing.”
She spins around and strides over with a huge smile. “Thank you. Here are your, so called bra and panties, slide them on.” I do as she asks, under the towel, of course. “I love that I just saw you naked in the shower, but you’re still hiding your body. I don’t know why because other than that bush you had hiding your vag, you are fucking sexy as hell. It’s time to show that off. Here, put this on.”
Her compliments give me a little boost of confidence as I step into a very tight black leather skirt and a gold shirt that falls off one shoulder and shows way too much of my stomach. “No way, this doesn’t cover me at all.”
“You need to see the complete package, just trust me,” she says, pulling out makeup and a blow dryer.
With me on a small stool, she painfully begins her transformation of me. She swears I’ll love it. Yet, every time she pulls the brush through my long hair I want to scream. She curls, sprays, and curls some more before stepping back to assess her work. After she deems my hair perfect she grabs the makeup and I feel as if I’m at a beauty pageant.
