Easy Love by K. Alice Compeau

Author:K. Alice Compeau [Compeau, K. Alice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Limitless Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-06-10T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Lottie

Beth was sprawled out across Lottie’s bed, flipping through one of the many magazines she’d brought over for hairstyle ideas for Lottie’s date. Even though Lottie had rejected every hairstyle Beth suggested, she kept searching for and suggesting more.

“I think I just want to wear it down. It hides my profile. I hate my profile.” Lottie flipped her hair from side to side in the bathroom mirror.

“What the fuck does that mean? You hate your profile?” Beth stared up from the magazine at Lottie.

Lottie ignore Beth’s scrunched-face reflection eyeing her in the mirror.

“I hate my nose. It’s so pointy, and from the side, I think I look like a witch.” Lottie jumped when the magazine came sailing into the bathroom, hitting her in the butt. “That hurt.”

“Good!” Beth rolled off the bed and charged into the bathroom. She took Lottie by the shoulders and turned her to the side. “I ought to smack you. You have the world’s most perfect nose. They’re supposed to be pointy. Do you want it all pushed up like a pig nose?”

“No, but…”

“Besides, witches’ noses are crooked.” Beth spun Lottie back to face the mirror. “Wear your hair up so he can see your neck and think about how much he wants to kiss it. Then, when you bring him home to fuck him, you can have that magic moment where you let your hair down like a wild lion ready to devour him.”

“Female lions don’t have manes.”

Beth rolled her eyes. “Okay, wear your hair down. It’ll hide the marks I’m going to leave from strangling you.”

Lottie stomped her foot. “Fine. You can put it up, but don’t pick that hairstyle that looked like a peacock, and if I hate it, I’m taking it down.”

Beth clapped her hands and jumped up and down slightly. “Yay! Grab the curling iron, your brush, the hairspray, and a few pins and ties and bring them to the dining room.” She walked out of room.

“Your arms aren’t broken,” Lottie muttered as she loaded the hair supplies and her makeup—which she was sure Beth was going to insist she let her do—into a small basket and headed into the dining room.

Beth plugged in the curling iron and pulled out a chair. “Sit down. Oh, good, you brought the makeup!” Beth rubbed her hands together.

“I’m not a doll, you know. Or a whore!” Lottie pointed her finger in Beth’s face.

“I’m going to make you look amazing.”

“Yeah right. You’ll probably leave me looking like the girl gremlin.”

“No fuckin’ way. I’m a master.” Beth picked up the brush and began gently pulling it through Lottie’s hair.

She sighed. “I love having my hair brushed.”

“Oh, I know. Me too. Michael loves to brush my hair.”

“Really? David never brushed mine. But I don’t think I ever asked him to either.”

“You need to be more forward with the things you want. I have a feeling Grant will be very eager to give you anything your little heart desires. He’s so smitten with you.”

“You really think so?”

Beth pulled Lottie’s hair teasingly.

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