starry-eyed at
Oliver.
Alexander turned to Jillian. “So what time do you
want us over for dinner tonight, Red?”
“How about nine?”
“So late?”
“I know, but I’ll still be stuffed after all this
Chinese food. Anyway, it’s Saturday. It’s not as if we have
anywhere to be tomorrow morning.”
“What’s the occasion?” Oliver asked.
“Can’t I just have my two favorite people over for
dinner?” Jill retorted.
“Hmm?” Alexander said. “Definitely something
suspicious going on.”
When they finished and headed back to the car, there
was no rock, paper, scissors this time. Alexander happily sat in
the backseat with Jill. Unable to resist, Jill ran her fingers
through Alexander’s now-short hair while planting small kisses
along his neck. “I liked the long hair, but I love, love, love this
shorter hair. It gives you that
I-don’t-care-that-my-hair-is-all-over-the-place-because-I’m-sexy-no-matter-what
look.”
“I thought that had always been my look.”
“No. Before you had the fuck-you-I’m-a-bad-boy
look.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’re cursing,” Oliver said from
the front seat.
“I think I’m giving up my no-cursing resolution. It
just doesn’t seem to be working.”
“I know, especially in bed.” He winked at her,
mischievously.
“TMI, guys!” Heather faked gagging, and they all
laughed.
When they arrived back at the apartment, the girls
did everything except carry the guys to Alexander’s motorcycle.
“I know you well enough to know you ladies are up to
something. I won’t ask, since you obviously aren’t going to tell
us. Just answer me one thing. Whatever you guys are scheming in
there—is it safe? You’re not hiding any cryptic notes, intruders,
or planning a rendezvous with a homicidal killer?” Oliver
asked.
“Trust us. It’s nothing. See you at nine. Thanks for
lunch.” Jill got on the tips of her toes and gave Oliver a kiss on
his cheek and then went to Alexander to do the same, but he turned
his face at the moment and the kiss landed squarely on the lips.
The innocent kiss turned into a body-crushing, opened-mouth,
tongue-fighting, teeth-biting, panty-wetting, almost make-out
session. All until two voices cleared their throats, loudly.
“Come on, lover girl. We got things to do.”
“Bye, love.” Alexander yelled as he hopped on his
bike. Oliver followed right behind.
***
A few hours later, Heather walked into Jill’s room as
she finished applying the final touches on her makeup.
“Holy smokes! I thought you’d wear something
involving big teased hair and leggings. But this is va va
voom ! Good choice, sister.” She high-fived Jill. “Alex will
faint.”
“It’s not too much?”
“You mean not enough?” Heather laughed. “Your legs
look a mile long, and your boobs look awesome in it.”
“Speaking of boobs,” Jill reached over and squeezed
Heather’s coned bra, “I can’t imagine this was actually cool at one
point in time.”
“Honey, everything Madonna does was cool at one
point in time.”
“What happened to She-Ra? The costume I got Oly only
worked with you as She-Ra. Otherwise, he’s just a half-naked
guy.”
“Couldn’t find the costume anywhere. And now that I
know Oliver will be half-naked, I’m glad I made you do research!”
They both laughed.
“Well, you look great. Oliver will have a coronary
when he sees you. I’m not the only one showing a lot of skin.”
“Oliver? Please. He and I . . . I don’t know. I
don’t think there’s anything there.”
“Oh, there’s definitely something there. I’ve seen
how he looks at you.”
“Well, we’ll see. He hasn’t said anything to me, so
tonight is fair game with any hot single men coming.”
A few minutes after eight thirty, guests began to
arrive. At ten past nine, all the guests began to quiet down,
awaiting the guys arrival.
“SURPRISE!” everyone yelled, when Alexander and
Oliver walked through the door a few minutes later. Jill wasn’t
sure