Page 145 of Filthy Beautiful
“No thanks,” I said, and hung up.
It rang again as I was pulling on my sweats. The buzzer again. I answered. “Go home, Court.”
“Buzz me up,” she said.
“Not happening. Go home.”
“Don’t hang up!” she shouted, just as I was about to hang up. “Oh—never mind. I see someone coming through your lobby. Must be a neighbor. Maybe he’ll let me in if I explain how you finger banged me the other day and then—”
Buzzzzzzzz.
She was cut right off when I buzzed her in. Hopefully it was loud enough that it drowned out her voice down there, too.
Two minutes later she was stepping off the elevator on my floor. I stood in the open doorway of my apartment, waiting for her, just in case she felt like airing our personal bullshit in my hallway, too.
She didn’t.
She strut toward me—a skin-tight white dress hugging her curves, with a low-cut front and too much cleavage—looking like some kind of man-eater. With a backpack purse and sneakers.
“What the shit are you wearing?”
She stopped right in front of me, thrust one leg out and cocked her hip, striking some kind of model pose. “You like it?”
My mouth opened but nothing came out.
She walked right past me into my apartment and tossed her little backpack purse thing onto my couch, as I watched her ass, hypnotized.
I followed her inside and shut the door. She sat down on the couch and toed off her shoes like she owned the place.
I didn’t sit.
“What’s with the dress?” I demanded. It was so tight it was practically see-through. I could definitely see her bra through it.
She better not have been out clubbing in that thing.
“This old thing?” She smoothed the fabric over her hips seductively and my dick twitched. “It’s my power color. Don’t you think?”
I narrowed my eyes at her. Power color? What, because it was virginal white?
What kind of game was she playing now?
“Oh, come on. This is what you like, right?” She ran her hands back up her body in the dress—and right over her tits. “Tight dress. Lots of cleavage…” She peeled the fabric open a little more, showing more of her tits. She had some kind of epic pushup bra on that was serving them up like appetizers. Then she leaned back, crossing her bare legs and kinda rubbing them together. She reached down and drifted her fingertips up her shin like in some women’s razor commercial. “Bare legs… smooth skin…”
I grit my teeth. “What are you up to, Courteney?”
She looked right in my eyes and blinked innocently. “I’m seducing you.”
I choked out a laugh, though nothing about this was funny. “What?”
She ran her hands over the couch cushions on either side of her, undaunted. “Do you like having sex here? We could totally do it on this couch…” she muttered, almost to herself. Like I wasn’t involved in that decision.
Then she looked right at me. Like she was waiting for the sex to commence.
My dumbass dick fucking swelled, totally into that idea.
The rest of me…
I rubbed my jaw and coughed awkwardly.
