What an honor it is for me to be related to the devil’s mistress herself.
Carefully suppressing the urge to grunt loudly, I reply:
“Actually, I’m not working tonight.” True, I can’t go. I am very sorry, but I have nothing to wear to fulfill such interesting duties.
Dora dismisses:
– You’ll wear something from mine. I’m sure you won’t stay naked.
I just heard how she complained that she would not have time to buy a new dress for this occasion, and now I am absolutely convinced that I can be sent … whatever.
“Well, if Nick doesn’t care how I look …”
Dora rolls up in a subtle, derogatory laugh:
“Olivia, I’m sure Nash won’t look at you closely.”
I will be honest. I am enraged. Fury, damn it! It is at this moment that I decide to surprise everyone, especially Nick. Dora will regret this day …
Even if I have to follow the example of a girl in pink and sew myself a new dress in just seven minutes.
All this happens inside of me. Outside, I smile sweetly at Dora:
– In that case, I will be happy to go.
Dora turns around and leaves without saying either “thank you,” or at least “kiss my ass.”
I hear her tell Nick that I will go, and she will try to do everything so that I look presentable, and I can not help thinking: it would be nice to pierce this cold-cold heart with a knife for chopping ice and wash off with impunity.
For this, I could get the Nobel Peace Prize. Or at least a thank you call from the Vatican.
This time I don’t care about hiding a contemptuous grin.
I wait until Olivia leaves the bedroom, and I can not get rid of a slight sense of shame. I should not be so happy that I will spend the evening with her.
And I rejoice. It is impossible to deny it.
– Nick! – calls me Olivia.
I turn to the door to her room. From that place in the living room where I stand, I can see this door. She is ajar, so I only hear Olivia’s voice, but I don’t see her myself.
– Yes?
“Promise me that if you are embarrassed in this dress, you will go alone.” I swear I won’t be offended.
“Olivia, I don’t care what you are…”
“Promise me right away, or I won’t leave at all.”
Is she stubborn? Well. Who would have thought. But actually I kind of like it.
I am laughing:
– Alright, alright. I promise: if I think that I am ashamed of you, I will go alone.
The door closes, a long pause follows, and suddenly the sash flies to the side. The sight that catches my eye takes my breath away.
Dora above Olivia. And slimmer. But Olivia has more rounded shapes. Much more. And every bend of her body is impeccably emphasized by the dress in which she is dressed.
It seems like I used to see Dora in him, and she looked great. But not like that.
The material is the thinnest, dark red color. It flutters from the stream of air raised by the door, which the closer pulls to the box with a choked pant. Olivia stands motionless, giving me time to evaluate herself, and then begins to move towards me. Watching her, I clench my jaws so as not to stand with my mouth open. A haze-like fabric adheres to the body, clearly outlining all forms. With the same success, she could be naked.
Mother of God, I would like it to be so.
I shake these thoughts out of my head, knowing that they will not bring me to good.
Think it over, man! Think it over!
Olivia stops in front of me – pure grace and fragrance. The open chest and shoulders seem to radiate a gentle glow in the dim light. I so much want to touch her, caress that I clench my fists to hold on.
“You look amazing.” – The voice sounds intense, I notice it myself.
Olivia’s face is sad.
– Dress tight. I shod higher heels to adjust the length, but I can not do anything else.
I see that she is seriously upset, and I want to smile, but I do not. You should not smile when you are saddened by a woman.
“Dora is much thinner than me,” Olivia says, with one hand shaking. “And I just don’t have anything to …”
I take Olivia by the shaking hand and put the index finger of her free hand on her lips:
– Quiet.
Olivia immediately subsides. Yes, I could silence her in a hundred different ways and without touching, but I chose this one – everything is better than kissing her, which I really want.
Oh my god, how I want to kiss her!
It takes me a few seconds to distract from how her juicy lips parted slightly. It would be so easy to stick a fingertip between them, to feel the warmth of her mouth, the moisture of her tongue.
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