LipstickLeslee by Titania Leslee Page A

the moment. I had my
own problems. I had to get to my car and my phone and give Tom a call.
    She continued to watch me as I snatched up my clothes near
the window and Christmas tree. My face warmed. The random piles of clothes and
stilettoes reminded me it was where she’d ravished and royally fucked me with
that strap-on toy like no man had ever fucked me before.
    She punched a button on her phone and tossed it on the
countertop. It made a clack that caused me to jump and gasp. She ignored
it and me and said, “Take a wild guess who that was and what it was about.”
    “I ¼ I don’t know.” I
pulled the black dress over my head and settled it into place.
    Leslee’s gaze followed my every move like a torch. “Where
are you going?”
    “Do you always ask so many questions at once and not allow
time for the person to answer?” I was starting to feel the annoyance, more at
myself than her. I was an idiot. A selfish bitch who’d forgotten a decent man
and stood him up to satisfy my stupid curiosities.
    God, I yearned to crawl into a big fucking hole and just die.
    She pursed her lips and folded her arms over her midriff. It
forced her ample breasts upward, making it impossible for me to look anywhere
but at the pert nipples. Heat ignited in my pussy. I groaned inwardly, clamped
my legs together and located my heels, wondering how I was going to walk in
them when my legs felt like Jell-O and the motion would probably stimulate my
simmering cunt and dial up my libido again.
    No please, not again. You have to get the hell out of
here and go find Tom.
    Leslee leaned against the stove, naked, leisurely. I had to
admit she looked very sexy with shadows from the fireplace dancing over her
toned muscles and emphasizing her fitness.
    But I would never tell her so.
    “Well, I’ll answer them all at once then,” Leslee replied.
“It was Kaydee.”
    My head came up. I hopped on one foot while I attempted to
slip on the other damn high heel. Why the fuck did I always wear these stupid
things? And on a night when snow had been forecast. “Kaydee?”
    She nodded and sauntered toward me, her bare feet padding on
wood. “Yep. She was worried. She said she’s been trying to call you for a
couple of hours. And she also told me that the reason was some guy named
Tom—who she labeled as your date for tonight—had been frantically
calling her because he couldn’t get a hold of you.”
    I located my G-string and did another dance, trying to put
it on. Should’ve put the damn thing on before the shoes. I gripped the
windowsill where she’d fucked me against the cold panes. I shivered and spat,
“So? What’s your point?”
    “You had a date tonight? With a man?” She threw her arms out
as if she had a last-minute wave of despair and rage wash over her.
    “I already told you earlier that I had a date. And yes, with
a man , what else? I am after all a heterosexual woman, ya know. I was on
my way to the restaurant to meet him when you called me about the stupid
contest.” I found my coat over by the door and slid my arms into it. I couldn’t
get it wrapped tight enough around me. I wanted her to quit looking at me as if
she could see through my clothes, yet something about it turned me on and
dialed up my ego a notch at the same time.
    Idiot. Will you ever learn to not be so selfish and
narcissistic?
    Her gaze finally drifted to the windows. She nodded. “Ah. I
see. Right. A date with a man, and you’re hetero.” She stared out at the
falling snow and didn’t look at me again.
    I moved to the door, the clip of my heels echoing in the big
room. I didn’t know how it was that that look on her face seemed to spear my
heart, while at the same time her sarcasm, especially with the twist of the
word “hetero”, made me seethe, but it did.
    Oh, how it did.
    My hand shook while I gripped the doorknob. I kept my back
to her and said what I had to say to get myself out of this embarrassing,
ridiculous mess. “Look, Leslee, this