The Wrong Girl by Zoe Foster Blake

Author:Zoe Foster Blake
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781742535739
Publisher: Penguin Random House Australia
Published: 2016-10-24T00:00:00+00:00

Two hours, one pizza and just shy of one bottle of red wine later, Lily was floating happily. Just her and the lounge tonight – heaven. Simone hadn’t mentioned anything about being home, so Lily assumed she was with Jack. Simone had been staying over at Jack’s place quite a lot, Lily noted. Things must be going very well. Oh well, good for them. May the beautiful people forever enjoy their beautiful lives.

Lily had removed her bra, kicked off her heels and jeans and was wearing her House Pants – Mimi’s old business-class pyjamas – with her white T-shirt. Each time she went to the kitchen she saw her boobs through her flimsy T-shirt on the mirrored splashback and cringed. She hated her boobs without a bra; they were so pointy and prepubescent. Simone, on the other hand, rarely wore a bra, partly because her silicone-filled buddies were so perky, and partly because she thought nipples were hot/sexy/cool.

A Rihanna song came on the music channel as Lily flicked through the stations, and she turned it up and started dancing. She tucked her T-shirt back onto itself like she used to do at primary school to reveal her tummy and attempted to do some of the sexier moves she’d never quite mastered but hoped to be able to pull off one day to much male appreciation. Overheating in her house pants, she kicked them off, and started swinging her hips around the lounge room. She dropped to the floor and did a bit of ‘sexy’, stripper-esque floor work, assuming the moves of a Beyoncé film clip from about seven years ago she’d always considered the pinnacle of sexy ground dancing, which was a strange category, but one that female pop stars seemed to excel in.

Of course, at this exact moment the key turned in the front door, and, unbeknown to a pissed and gyrating Lily, with the TV up full bore, Simone and Jack walked in.

‘OHMYGOD!’ Simone squealed, her hand flying to her mouth at the sight of a near naked Lily rolling around on the floor, one half of her undies wedged up her arse, hair swishing, hands out in front of her like a demented, frenzied tigress. She pushed Jack back out – ‘Baby, I don’t think you need to see this’ – trying not to laugh, and she closed the door quickly, an act Lily, even in her haze, could see was extremely thoughtful, though Jack had definitely already seen too much.

Lily screamed and crawled quickly behind the sofa, panting and trying to make herself as small as possible, pulling her T-shirt over her knees to cover as much as she could.

‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?’ she yelled, holding back with the might of the Hoover Dam the realisation of what had been witnessed, and focusing instead on being not so nude.

‘I live here, you freak!’ Simone was laughing now. She grabbed the remote and turned down the TV, still laughing. A lot. She also seemed to have accidentally worn a singlet instead of a dress with her knee-high boots.

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