Lost in Light by Kat Kingsley Page B

covetously.
    “I thought you wanted to look sexy.”
    “I do, but there’s sexy and then there’s giving the cow away for free,” I quipped.
    “Fine,” he grumbled sourly, putting it back on the rack. Holding up the yellow skirt hopefully he sighed and rolled his eyes at the firm shake of my head. “What’s wrong with this one?”
    “It looks like something my Gran would wear.”
    “It’s called Retro, Rache,” he said in a loud and slow voice as if talking to a child.
    “It’s called ugly, Liam,” I snarked back. Biting his tongue on whatever retort instantly came to mind he hung it on the rack with the jersey dress.
    “The black one it is!” he said with feigned enthusiasm.
    “I like it,” I murmured, delighting in the feel of the soft lace between my fingers.
    “It’s boring,” Liam said flatly as we started weaving through the racks again towards a wall of accessories.
    “It’s classy,” I protested, and then bit my lip as doubt began to eat away at my resolve.
    Glancing up at me over a display of scarves he smiled softly and said, “Yes you’re right. It’ll show off your legs wonderfully.” Handing me a slim black sequined scarf he added “This will look lovely with it too.”
    After paying for the skirt, scarf, and a pair of earrings we had chosen to match we stopped for lunch in the food court. I picked nervously at my food, the pizza tasteless and too greasy, my eyes repeatedly dancing to my phone display, watching the time melt away. By twelve-thirty I was damn near twitchy.
    “What’s up itchy pants?” Liam teased, pulling a long string of cheese off of his own pizza slice.
    “Just nervous I guess,” I murmured, pushing my half eaten food away, wiping the grease off my fingers with a napkin while frowning at it in disgust.
    “You really like this guy, huh?”
    “Yeah, I do,” I answered, ducking my head shyly and nodding.
    “I’m glad to see you getting back out there so soon after that asshole Jake.”
    Feeling a twinge of guilt in the pit of my stomach for not telling him the whole truth about my break-up with Jake, I could only nod and smile weakly.
    Several quiet and slightly uncomfortable minutes passed during which I picked all the pepperoni off my pizza as I mentally ran through his list of instructions again.
    1. You are to wear a dress or skirt that falls above the knee
    2. You are not to wear any make-up
    3. Your hair must be secured in a braid
    4. You may wear a bra (something sexy if you like), but you are not permitted to wear any panties
    5. You should be freshly bathed with all body hair removed
    I flushed as I remembered his last point. I had never dared do something so bold, barely even entertained the thought. The idea of using a razor down there filled me with fear and anxiety. What if I cut myself? Plucking up my courage I dared a quick glance at Liam before blurting, “Hey Liam? Have you ever, umm, shaved, you know, down there ?”
    “All the time. I like the way it makes Vlad look,” he replied easily. “And it feels great when Patrick goes down on me.”
    “Vlad?” I couldn’t help asking.
    “Vlad,” he said with a smile pointing down to his lap. “The Impaler,” he added, cocking a brow at me.
    As realization dawned my mouth dropped open and I just stared at him while he laughed heartily.
    “Wow. I mean umm… wow. You really named it?”
    “Of course! Haven’t you named your va-jay-jay?”
    “Ah no,” I replied, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. Liam just shrugged and wiped his mouth with a napkin, though the look of mischievousness didn’t go unnoticed.
    “So, do you have any pointers?” I asked sheepishly, trying to steer the conversation away from the nameless state of my vagina.
    “Of course, we’ll make another stop on the way home.”
    ***
    It was nearing one-thirty by the time we got back to our apartment and my nerves were a nauseating mass in the pit of my stomach. I quickly stashed my new clothes in my room and then