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Guilty Pleasures :: Гамильтон Лорел
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His fingers barely traced over the bend of my arm, tickling down the skin, until I shivered. Harvey took the shiver for an invitation and moved in closer, bodies almost touching. I put a hand on his chest to keep him from coming any closer. The hair on his chest was coarse and thick, black. I've never been a fan of hairy chests. Give me smooth any day. His arm began to encircle my back. I wasn't sure what to do. If I took a step back I was going to sit down on the couch, not a good idea. If I stepped forward I'd be stepping into him, pressed against all that leather and skin.
He smiled at me. “I've been dying to meet you.”
He said “dying” like it was a dirty word, or an inside joke. The others laughed, all except Phillip. He took my arm and pulled me away from Harvey. I leaned into Phillip, even put my arms around his waist. I had never hugged anyone in a fishnet shirt before. It was an interesting sensation.
Phillip said, “Remember what I said.”
“Sure, sure,” Madge said. “She's yours, all yours, no sharing, no halfsies.” She stalked over to him, swaying in her tight lace panties. With the heels on she could look him in the eye. “You can keep her safe from us for now, but when the big boys get here, you'll share. They'll make you share.”
He stared at her until she looked away. “I brought her here, and I'll take her home,” he said.
Madge raised an eyebrow. “You're going to fight them? Phillip, my boy, she must be a sweet piece of tail, but no bedwarmer is worth pissing off the big guys.”
I stepped away from Phillip and put a hand flat against her stomach and pushed, just enough to make her back up. The heels made her balance bad, and she almost fell. “Let's get something straight,” I said. “I am not a piece of anything, nor am I a bedwarmer.”
Phillip said, “Anita …”
“My, my, she's got a temper. Wherever did you find her, Phillip?” Madge asked.
If there is anything I hate, it is being found amusing when I'm angry. I stepped up close to her, and she smiled down at me. “Did you know,” I said, “that when you smile, you get deep wrinkles on either side of your mouth? You are over forty, aren't you?”
She drew a deep, gasping breath and stepped back from me. “You little bitch.”
“Don't ever call me a piece of tail again, Madge, darling.
His fingers barely traced over the bend of my arm, tickling down the skin, until I shivered. Harvey took the shiver for an invitation and moved in closer, bodies almost touching. I put a hand on his chest to keep him from coming any closer. The hair on his chest was coarse and thick, black. I've never been a fan of hairy chests. Give me smooth any day. His arm began to encircle my back. I wasn't sure what to do. If I took a step back I was going to sit down on the couch, not a good idea. If I stepped forward I'd be stepping into him, pressed against all that leather and skin.
He smiled at me. “I've been dying to meet you.”
He said “dying” like it was a dirty word, or an inside joke. The others laughed, all except Phillip. He took my arm and pulled me away from Harvey. I leaned into Phillip, even put my arms around his waist. I had never hugged anyone in a fishnet shirt before. It was an interesting sensation.
Phillip said, “Remember what I said.”
“Sure, sure,” Madge said. “She's yours, all yours, no sharing, no halfsies.” She stalked over to him, swaying in her tight lace panties. With the heels on she could look him in the eye. “You can keep her safe from us for now, but when the big boys get here, you'll share. They'll make you share.”
He stared at her until she looked away. “I brought her here, and I'll take her home,” he said.
Madge raised an eyebrow. “You're going to fight them? Phillip, my boy, she must be a sweet piece of tail, but no bedwarmer is worth pissing off the big guys.”
I stepped away from Phillip and put a hand flat against her stomach and pushed, just enough to make her back up. The heels made her balance bad, and she almost fell. “Let's get something straight,” I said. “I am not a piece of anything, nor am I a bedwarmer.”
Phillip said, “Anita …”
“My, my, she's got a temper. Wherever did you find her, Phillip?” Madge asked.
If there is anything I hate, it is being found amusing when I'm angry. I stepped up close to her, and she smiled down at me. “Did you know,” I said, “that when you smile, you get deep wrinkles on either side of your mouth? You are over forty, aren't you?”
She drew a deep, gasping breath and stepped back from me. “You little bitch.”
“Don't ever call me a piece of tail again, Madge, darling.