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It didn’t work.
I yawn as I take the elevator up to my apartment. I drop my briefcase on the floor and head to the kitchen to grab a beer.
When I step into the kitchen, I freeze.
Violet’s standing in front of an easel wearing giant headphones while she paints. I can see her profile, but she doesn’t notice me. The table is covered with sketches, brightly colored paints, and the paintbrushes I bought her earlier this week.
Violet is humming to herself as she works.
And she’s not wearing any pants.
Just an old, paint-splattered t-shirt worn so thin I can practically see her tits through the fabric, and bright red panties.
Is she trying to torture me?
All I can think about is tearing off her t-shirt and stroking one of those paintbrushes over every sensitive part of her body. Then when once she’d squirming and desperate, I’d rip those panties off and lick—
“Jesus!” Violet yanks her headphones off, noticing me for the first time. “What are you doing?”
“What amIdoing?” I ask, annoyed. “It’s my home. You’re the one who’s half-naked in my kitchen.”
“I’m not...” she looks down and blushes. Then she looks desperately around the kitchen, like a pair of pants will just magically materialize.
If I was a gentleman, I’d offer her my suit jacket.
But I don’t want her getting paint all over my designer clothes.
Also, I like looking at her ass in those panties.
She crosses her arms over her chest. “I thought you were going out with Tom and Jaylen tonight. I saw it on your work calendar.”
I blink.
“Shit.” With everything going on, I completely forgot about my regular dinner with my two best friends.
Right on cue, my doorbell rings.
“That’s probably them,” Violet says. “Go have fun with your friends and let me paint in peace.”
“Paint whatever you want, just put some damn pants on,” I grumble, but she doesn’t hear me. She’s already put her giant headphones on and turned back to give the canvas her full attention.
I head to my front door, feeling grumpy and rattled and turned on all at the same time.
The doorbell rings again. I’d yell at them for being impatient assholes, but I was the one who completely forgot our regular dinner.
I yank the door open.
Sure enough, Tom and Jaylen are standing on the other side. Like Violet, Tom is short, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Except for Tom, those features add up to a fairly normal-looking dude, whereas on Violet they somehow become magical. Jaylen is a tall, unflappable Black guy with a penchant for funny ties. We all shared a dorm room freshman year. Three eighteen-year-olds in a tiny cinderblock room should have been a recipe for disaster, but they ended up being my best friends.
“Sorry,” I say. “I had a crazy week and forgot about dinner. I was just on my way to meet you. Why didn’t you just start without me?”
Tom scowls. “Well, for starters, you didn’t answer our texts. Also, and this might have slipped your mind, butthere are photos of you kissing my sister all over the internet.”
Oops.
I guess my and Violet’s plan worked too well.
“Well, notallover the internet,” Jaylen comments mildly. He’s a social media manager for a cable sports network. It’s literally his job to know what’s trending and why.
