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JAMESON:
Am I invited?
LILY:
It’s a free country
If you’re a man
So, I guess you can do whatever you want
JAMESON:
What a sweet fucking invitation Lemon
LILY:
Are we calling that an invitation?
JAMESON:
Yeah. A rude one
You need to work on your execution
But it still worked. I’ll be there babe
Back at home, I stare at my closet trying to decide what to wear tonight. Usually, I would wear jean shorts and a flowy tank top or a tank top and a skirt. And always cowboy boots.
But this is my first night out in ages. And it’s the first night out that Jameson’s going to be at since we’ve been… doing whatever we’re doing. I want to look sexy. I want to make him want me, not that he really leaves me in much doubt about that to begin with. He never seems to care if I’m covered in dirt from gardening, just got out of the shower, or have a full face of makeup on. And that’s amazing.
But tonight, I want him to want me when I look super hot. And I only have one dress that fits this bill. The white silk one Selena made me get the first time Jacks brought her home to Western Springs. I’ve only worn it once. And Jameson was there. He’s already seen me in it. But I never even noticed if he liked it or not. I can’t imagine not noticing that now. If he likes it, he’ll narrow his eyes at me and clench his jaw. If he really likes it, he’ll try to drag me off into a dark corner and show me just how much. All of that sounds good to me. Every single bit of it.
Decision made, I shower, shave everything, blow-dry my hair, and do my makeup. I rub a shimmery lotion from my neck down to my toes and then dance around my bedroom naked to my getting-ready playlist while it dries. After rifling through my underwear drawer for at least five minutes, I pull on a black thong and strapless black bra. This is not a dress for panty lines and bra straps. The dress has thin little spaghetti straps, so a normal bra is out. The low V-neck makes it so I almost can’t wear any bra at all. But my boobs are too big not to wear a bra. I haven’t left the house without some sort of boob armor since I was twelve. I never wear heels, so I tug on my brown cowboy boots and call it a night. I should probably take a jacket, but the dress is cuter without one.
After tossing a pair of leggings and a t-shirt to sleep in, my travel toothbrush, and a little travel toothpaste into a small tote bag, I head out the door. Drea doesn’t live too far from me, so I end up walking over to her place a couple of blocks away.
Drea and I catch up on the drive into Western Ridge. It’s only a little awkward, and I only feel a little guilty for being so absent when we first get to Claire’s place. But then it feels like normal again. Hanging out with my friends is so much fun. We drink and laugh, and I feel like myself. The me I used to be before I fell onto Jameson’s dick and fell right off the face of the earth.
Am I wishing I was going home to Jameson and his perfect dick tonight instead of sleeping on a couch in Claire’s living room? Yes. And the couch is if I’m lucky. The other options are sharing her queen bed or the floor. I definitely did not make a fair trade there. I should have made up an excuse and figured out a way to get back home, so I could have a night out with my friends and still end up on top of Jameson at the end of it.
chapter thirty
jameson
“You’re sure you don’t want to just drive together?” Jasper asks as we head out of our apartment.
“I’m probably not coming home tonight. So, unless you’re planning on walking home from Western Ridge, you should drive yourself, man.”
“You invited me to the Goldrush, and then you’re just going to ditch me?” Jasper pretends to look hurt.
“I didn’t invite you. You asked where I was going tonight when I got out of the shower. I told you. And then you said you were coming with me.”
“Is this about your new girl? Is she going to be at the Goldrush tonight?”
“No,” I lie. “We’re taking a night off. She has other plans tonight.”
