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This man is everything and more.
And his eyes are locked on me with a greedy, hungry look.
I take a step back and then another, knowing that look, and his feet follow my own.
“Ben, I have lipstick on.”
“I see that,” he replies, and fuck if I can’t help a small smile on my lips.
“It’s red.”
“Got it.”
“If you do anything, you will be covered in red lipstick, Benjamin,” I say, my back bumping into the wall. This man and his obsession with backing me into things. I don’t bother to tell him this is a transfer-resistant lipstain. I spent anhouron my makeup and another on my hair and I know it would take him less than one minute to ruin it all if he put his mind to it.
“I don’t give a fuck about that, sweet girl,” he says, and then he proves himself by pressing his lips to mine. Like seems to be the norm, I relax, tension flowing out of parts of my body I didn’t realize were stiff. My arms wrap around his neck and his hands go to my hips, a thumb grazing the bare spot where the slit of my dress has parted. His tongue sweeps in, tasting my own before he pulls back, pressing his forehead to mine and panting.
“I really want to fuck you right now,” he says, and that sounds like the most Ben way to say he thinks I look good.
“You mess up my hair and I’ll kill you,” I say, smiling, tipping my chin up to give him another small peck.
I can’t resist.
When he’s around, my body turns into a magnet and I crave being as close as I possibly can to him.
“I really want to fuck you right now, but if I’m late to thisHattiewill kill me,” he says, that boyish grin spreading.
“Hattie would definitely be a lot more ruthless and painful than I would,” I say. He nods, head moving on mine before he takes a step back, hand still in mine, his eyes roving my body.
“Fuck, you look beautiful,” he says, his voice a low grumble, eyes warm and full of desire.
Instinct and training tell me to blush, brush off the compliment, explain that the dress is old and the shoes are borrowed.
But New Lola just smiles.
“Thank you.”
“Let’s get you around other people before I get any ideas,” he says, tugging my arm as I grab my bag and head out the door. As he’s locking my door behind me with the key he refuses to return, I can’t help but tease him.
“Oh, like that’s ever stopped you? What about your parents’ house?” His hand freezes, his head turns my way, and there is the heat. The heat I absolutely adore seeing in those eyes.
“Don’t test me, sweet girl. I barely want to go to this thing as it is.”
And with a giggle, I start down the stairs, freedom and lightness filling my soul in a way I’ve only ever felt with this man.
Forty-One
-Lola-
“I’mgonna go check out what’s up for auction,” I say, tipping my chin at Hattie. Ben dropped me off with his best friend not long after we arrived, having to run off to meet and greet and kiss babies.
It’s interesting and relieving having the freedom to justenjoyan event like this, not needing to be a prop. Part of me wonders if Ben knew that and purposely left me on my own. It would track, him always trying to give me things I’ve never had.
Hattie is in a tiny, boxy red dress with strands of beads connected to every surface, like a fiery flapper dress. It fits her personality perfectly, but the skyscraper height black heels don’t. They look amazing, though. With my words, she just smiles. It’s the devious one she puts on often.
That look gives me anxiety, I swear to God.
I pop in headphones, intending to try my best and ignore people for the next twenty minutes, perusing the auction room without people asking me to tell my father something or congratulating me on one of his accomplishments.
