Hot Shot (Last Shot) by Kelly Jamieson

Author:Kelly Jamieson [Jamieson, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kelly Jamieson Inc
Published: 2023-03-20T18:30:00+00:00

13

MARCO

“Why would you think I was making fun of you?”

I run my hand idly up and down Carrie’s smooth, sexy back as we lay in her bed much, much later. Two condoms and numerous orgasms later.

“I don’t know.” She sighs. “I’m a little oversensitive sometimes.” She pauses. “My brothers always tell dumb blonde jokes around me.”

“What?” My mouth drops open.

“Yeah. Like, why couldn’t the blonde dial nine-one-one?” She pauses. “She couldn’t find the eleven.”

I choke.

“Yeah, go ahead, laugh. What’s every blonde’s dream in life?” She waits.

“Uh . . . “

“To be like Vanna White and actually learn the alphabet.”

“Jesus.”

“Sure, they’re funny, and I always laugh, but . . . well, like I said, sometimes I’m oversensitive. I was a bit of a freak in high school—taller than everyone else, including the boys, super skinny, with braces on my teeth. I didn’t fit in with the girls who were boy crazy and into sexy clothes and makeup.”

“Wow. That’s kind of . . . ironic.”

“I know, right? I end up earning my living with sexy clothes and makeup.”

“Come on, babe. That had to help your self-confidence . . . you have to know you’re gorgeous.”

“Sure, it helped. But inside, I still feel like that kid sometimes and I don’t really think I’m gorgeous . . . I think people are good at making me look gorgeous with the hair and the makeup and the clothes. And the Photoshopping. I guess I’m photogenic. But when that all comes off, I’m just kind of ordinary looking. Sometimes I still feel all gangly and awkward, although working out and dance lessons have helped.”

“Ordinary looking.” I think about that. I can kind of see what she means . . . the day she came into Conquistadors with no makeup on, she did look different. “I guess if by ordinary you mean not a high-maintenance glamazon, then okay, yeah. But even without all that stuff, you’re beautiful, Carrie. You glow. It comes from the inside. You’re beautiful on the outside, but inside is where the real beauty is.”

She lifts her head from my chest and gives me a long, searching look. “I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“Jesus. I hope not.”

The corners of her lush mouth lift. “Really. I get lots of compliments. But somehow they never really mean anything. That . . .” She pauses. “Well. Thank you.”

I slide my hand into her hair and press her face back down, my arms around her, her soft curves pressed against me, legs entwined. “Nobody ever wanted me.”

Shit. Did I really just say that?

Her head lifts even the weight of my hand on it. “What?”

I swallow. “When I was a teenager. After my parents were deported, I was put into foster care. I was a bit of a handful . . . I was angry and bitter about what happened to my parents. Pissed because they took my sister away from me and I didn’t know where she was or how she was doing. Things didn’t go so well with the first family they placed me with.

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