Page 85 of Bourbon Kingdom
She brushed her hair out of her face and then curtseyed with the bright green dress she was wearing, which was tight around her breasts and waist and then fell loosely at her hips. It was a gorgeous sundress for a gorgeous woman.
In a hoity voice, she held her hand out and said, “Why, I do believe we’ve met, Mrs. Havershire. Yes, I’m the woman who fucked Jett’s brains out at the event a while ago, yes, that’s right, you smelled my puss—”
“Mrs. Havershire?” I asked, before she could finish her sentence.
“Fucking hairy balls,” she shouted, as she backed up into the mirror, startled. I quickly caught her before she fell over. “Why, why would you do that?” she asked, while she pulled herself away and tried to right her dress.
“Because I couldn’t help myself,” I answered with a grin. “What were you practicing?”
“Who knows who we will meet today? I wanted to make sure I was prepared.”
“By talking about when I banged you up against a wall at an event?”
“Yes,” she replied with her chin held high.
“Okay, I’ll make sure to introduce you to everyone as Goldie, the girl whose pussy you smelled.”
“Stop it,” she laughed, while covering her face, making her absolutely adorable. “Do not introduce me like that,” she warned.
“Or what?” I asked.
“Or I will make sure I embarrass you in the most horrid way possible.”
“You think you can embarrass me?”
With a big grin, she nodded and said, “Oh, I know I can embarrass you.”
“Why are you so confident?” I asked, while nudging her chin with my finger.
“Because, you’re Jett Colby, Mr. Social Standing. You have a façade you have to live up to. One mention of the wrong thing in front of the right person, and I’ll have your face turning bright red before you can unzip your pants and introduce everyone to the Douglas Fir you keep locked up in there.”
“Douglas Fir? Really? Not a Redwood?”
Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her purse and asked, “Are you ready?”
“Not quite. I bet you I can embarrass you more than you can embarrass me.”
She placed her hands on her hips and looked up at me with disbelief on her face. “You can’t be serious. You and I both know I could make Charlie Sheen blush with the things that come out of my mouth, let alone a little debutant like yourself.”
“All right, game on,” I challenged her.
She paused for a second, while eyeing me carefully, and then said, “Fine, what are the stakes?”
“If I win, I get to come back here with you tonight.”
“No sex!” she said, while pointing her cute little finger at me.
“No sex, just . . .” I bit my lip for a second and said, “I just want to hold you.”
Her face relaxed as my words sank in.
“Ah, hell, that’s not fucking fair. You can’t say things like that.”
“And why not?” I asked.
“Because it makes me have all the feels, and I don’t want to feel for you right now. I still want to be mad at you.”
“Okay,” I laughed. “When are you going to stop being mad at me?”
