Page 54 of Revenge Puck

This is not that.

Juliette: You cannot casually drop that into a conversation like we’re discussing weather.

Aaron: I can’t? Why not?

Shit. I need him to stop being so casual about this, it’s making me want to clutch my pearls—figuratively speaking, that is.

But trust me when I say: Iwantto be the kind of girl who knows how to flirt with men who look like Aaron Bishop. I want to be the kind of woman who can make a man hard with the turn of a phrase…

I’m just…

Not that.

But I’m desperate to be.

I exhale an unsteady breath.

Juliette: You can, I just…I…

Aaron: Is it fucked up for me to find this entire conversation adorable?

Juliette: Not at all. In fact, ask me something personal. Let’s go crazy.

Aaron: Personal like…What are you wearing? Is that a good start?

I glance down at my bra and underwear, thankful it’s not a baggy T-shirt and joggers so I don’t have to lie.

Juliette: Bra and underwear

Aaron: Oh? Please describe, in great detail

Juliette: White lace bra and matching thong—they matched my dress.

Aaron: How lacey…??

Juliette: Um. Sheer.

Aaron: See through?

Juliette: Very.

Aaron: Shit, Juliette…same as the bra you had on when I was going down on you? With the little bow between your breasts?

Juliette: No bows. Tiny velvet polka dots.

Aaron: Would I be able to see your nipples?

My heart is racing as I glance at myself in the mirror, eyes skimming down my body.

Juliette: Yes.

Aaron: Jesus—this is making me want to drive across town and put my head between your legs.

It’s making me want the same thing.

Juliette: This isn’t going to make it easier to fall asleep.

Aaron: Why sleep??? Do you have a vibrator?