Page 73 of Bourbon Deceit
“It looks really good, Goldie.”
“Thanks, I’m not done yet, obviously. I still have a lot of shading to do and I want to add an outline to the letters to make them stand out a little bit more, but I think it’s coming out nicely.”
“It is.” He surveyed my work. “I like how you made the ribbon look like it was falling and spanned it across the wall. I didn’t think of that.”
“Yeah, it takes up more of the wall space, so it doesn’t look like this tiny drawing on a big canvas.”
“I like it a lot. I’m glad Jett sent you here.”
“Thanks. It’s been fun painting. Right now I would be practicing my presentations until Kace stopped cracking his whip, so it’s nice to have a bit of a break.”
Diego laughed. “That dude needs to get a woman.”
“Right!” I exclaimed. “Thank you! I’ve been saying that for a while.”
“It would do him some good. Too bad his eyes wander to places where they don’t belong,” Diego looked at me for a second and then turned his gaze to my artwork. “Anyway, are you hungry? It’s past lunch and I thought we could get out of here for a bit. Get you away from the paint fumes.”
I looked down at my attire and said, “Can I take a two-second shower?”
“Are you one of those girls who says they’ll be quick but they really take an hour?”
“No, seriously time me. Give me five minutes.”
“Five minutes? No way.”
“I’m serious,” I said while getting up and wrapping my paint brush in saran wrap, since I didn’t have to wash them out just yet but didn’t want the paint to dry out in them.
Diego held out his watch and said, “Okay, go!”
“Wait!” I shouted, holding up my arms. “You can’t start the time until I get up to my room, that’s not fair. I don’t even know where my room is, I can’t remember.”
“Ugh, you’re so high maintenance,” he joked as he walked me to my room. “Okay, when do I get to start the clock?”
I shut the door on his face and yelled, “Go!”
Like a mad woman, I tore my clothes off, turned on the water, and brushed my teeth while the water froze my tits right off. With one hand, I brushed my teeth and with the other I washed my hair like a pro. As I rinsed my shampoo, I washed my body with soap, working up a good lather. After I’d gotten all the shampoo out, I put in some conditioner and then rinsed my entire body. I was out in less than two minutes. Thankfully, Diego had a heat lamp in the bathroom, so I turned that on as I whipped the towel around my body, barely drying off the droplets from my skin. The heat lamp heated up my body as I combed my hair out, threw it up in a bun, and then put a little mascara on—I wasn’t a barbarian.
Running out to my room, I threw on some denim shorts, skipping the underwear, and quickly put on a bra, a T-shirt that read, “Tits,” some flip flops, and then flung the door open as Diego whipped his head around, shocked.
“You’re kidding me, that was like three minutes.”
“Ha! Told you!” I said while dancing around and giving myself fist bumps.
“Uh, before we go out, you might want to zip your fly.”
“What?” I looked down and saw that my fly was undone. Mortified, I quickly zipped it up and tried to pass it off as nothing.
“Nice wax job.”
“Ew! You’re a pig!” I said, slapping his shoulder and heading down the hallway, trying to hide the blush that had crept over my cheeks.
“Wrong way,” he called out over my shoulder.
I turned on a dime and marched the other way, ignoring him and the infuriating smirk on his face.
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“What are you going to get?”Diego asked, looking over his menu at me.
