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Sweet man. I bet this has to do with me hating the green on my toes to match my dress last night.
“What do you think of purple for my toes?” Giannis asks two hours later, sipping on a coffee while the nail tech files his nails. “It’s my favorite color.”
“Depends on the shade, but I much prefer white on feet. I haven’t seen a single person it doesn’t look good on.”
“True, but Dwayne likes bright colors.”
“What about teal?”
“Teal could work.” He’s pensive for a moment, then takes out his phone and sends out a text. It chimes back within seconds, and Giannis’s smile is sweet. The way his eyes brighten is adorable. “He approves, just asks that it’s on the darker spectrum than pastel.”
The lady doing his nails stops and looks at him. “I have the perfect shade. Just came in a few days ago.”
“Perfect. I’d…”
The cell in my wristlet alerts me to a text message and I take it out, opening the app. It’s from Callum, and I frown.
I’m sorry. Still with Casper. Impromptu business meeting with his father on a video call. ~Callum J.
I don’t like it, but I’m not mad. He needs to talk to them and in the meantime, I’ll spend a little time getting pretty for him.
Before I can tell him that, though, I get another text.
I miss you. I’d rather be taking that bath with you now than listening to these two talk. ~Callum J.
My fingers fly across the keyboard on the screen.
Raincheck for later, Mr. Jameson? And by the way, thank you for the lovely surprise. Although, if you ever send him to wake me up again, I will shoot you. ;) ~Venus
Three dots appear. Then pause. Appear again. And pause.
So violent, my Venus? I’m hurt. ~Callum J.
You will be if he ever pounds on my door like a maniac again. Idiot scared me half to death. ~Venus
Do you need me to scare him? I can make him pee his trouser’s in penance. ~Callum J.
Laughter bubbles out, loud at that, and Giannis looks over at me with a cautious expression. More so when the more I look at him, the harder I laugh. There’s no doubt in my mind that Callum would do it, scare the hell out of him, but I’m not that mean.
Not this time, but if he ever does it again… ~Venus
Noted. ~Callum J.
“Why do I get the feeling that my life’s been threatened?” Giannis asks, leaning over to try and read the message thread. My response is to flick his nose. “Ouch! That stung.”
“Then don’t be nosy.” The nail tech finishes massaging my feet and cleans the nail bed in prep for polish. She holds up two bottles: one that is just stark white, while the other has a bit of gold glitter to it. “Always go with the sparkly.”
“Good choice.”
Turning my face toward Giannis, I raise a brow. “What’s next on the agenda? Nails will be done in the next ten minutes, and I’m getting hungry.”
“Lunch? There’s that new gastro pub on South Port.”
“Works for me. I’d kill for a burger and beer.”
“Let’s do it, then.”
Heading to lunch with Giannis next. Want me to send something over? ~Venus
