Rock Chick (Rock Chick #1)(65)
“What?” I snapped at my father.
“Jesus, it’s uncanny. You’re just like your mother.”
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Everyone disbursed to get ready for Burgundy Rose’s show, Ally taking responsibility for Tex, Lee taking me home in his Crossfire.
I’d showered before Beau Jo’s but hadn’t prettied myself up because most of my makeup was at Lee’s. We walked up to the bedroom so I could change and Lee saw the bag.
“What’s this?”
I didn’t want to admit what it was and what it meant that I packed it. Since Lee saw through most of my lies, or was cocky enough to zip it open and see for himself, I came clean.
“I was running out of stuff at your place so I packed more provisions.”
His eyes crinkled their approval, his arm snaked out and pulled me to him. His mouth went to the skin below my ear.
“You done pretending to be mad at me to hide bein’ scared?” he murmured.
My whole body stiffened.
“Don’t be a jerk.”
His head lifted and he looked me in the eye.
“You’re right. That was an ass**le remark.”
Holy shit.
What did you say to that?
“I’m tired, it’s been a long day,” he continued, his hand coming up to pinch his nose between his eyes.
“That’s all right,” I said. “And no, I’m not mad at you or pretending to be mad. But I need to put makeup on and all my good stuff is at your condo so I have to visit Chez Burgundy.”
I had put my Lynyrd Skynyrd outfit back on for Beau Jo’s. I changed my top to a thin, black, silky, partially-beaded, spaghetti-strapped affair that was in the Sushi Den section of my closet. This necessitated no bra and since Lee seemed quite happy laying back on my bed with his arms crossed behind his head, watching me change (and I would have felt like a naïve fool locking myself in the bathroom), I had to pull a Jennifer-Beals-Flashdance move and take the bra off after I put the top on. I kept the jeans, but exchanged the belt for the one with rhinestones and the boots for high-heeled sandals with jet beads sewn across the front strap. I added about two dozen shiny black bangles on my wrist and some dangly earrings.
When I was done, I turned to the bed. I thought Lee was watching me, but he was asleep.
I sat next to his hip and the minute he felt my weight on the bed, his eyes opened.
“Why don’t you rest?” I asked. “We’ll come back after the show.”
His hand came from behind his head and his finger traced the silky strap at my shoulder.
“I’m not lettin’ you out of my sight.”
My breath had started coming faster when he touched me.
“It’ll be okay. Everyone’ll be there.”
His eyes locked on mine and I read that nothing more could be said, Lee had made up his mind.
His finger hooked in the strap and tugged it toward him. Either I could resist and risk the fragile strap breaking or I could acquiesce. I liked the top so I leaned into him.
His arms circled me and I rested my hands on his chest.
“How long is this gonna last tonight?” he asked.
I thought about it.
“It should be over around one or two. I’m on drag duty so I have to stay until the bitter end.”
His eyes had become melty-chocolate but now they hardened with impatience.
“I’m never gonna do anything but sleep with you in my bed, am I?”
God, I hoped that wasn’t true. That would suck. Now that I was kind of coming to terms with our togetherness, I was looking forward to certain things we hadn’t gotten around to doing, like the exchange of bodily fluids.
I opened my mouth to speak but the melty-chocolate had come back into his eyes.
“You don’t have to answer, your face said it all.”
Great.
We went out the back and through the adjoining gate to Tod and Stevie’s. I knocked at their backdoor and put my head in.
“Yoo hoo!” I called.
Stevie yelled from the bowels of the house for us to come in and we entered the kitchen. Chowleena came clicking through and she butted my legs with her head, then she stepped back and barked twice at Lee, her front paws coming up with each exertion. When she was done with her warning, she butted his legs too.
“She likes you,” I told Lee. He bent over to scratch Chowleena’s ears and I called, “I’ve got Lee with me.”
Stevie appeared in the doorway and blatantly and thoroughly looked Lee over.
Then, he smiled his approval at me.
“I’m Stevie,” he said, his eyes moving back to Lee and he came into the room.
“Lee.”
They shook hands then Stevie gave me a kiss on the cheek.
Chowleena barked again and then clicked out of the room, her bottom swaying pertly, full of attitude.
We followed.
The living room-cum-dining room was closed up tight from any looky-loos. The Burgundy Rose transformation was firmly hidden behind drawn curtains and a closed front door. The dining area looked like the backstage of a New York fashion show had exploded in it. There was makeup scattered across the dining room table, two lighted mirrors and three foam heads with wigs on them. Formal dresses in every color and fabric were strewn across the backs of chairs, sequins sparkled and feathers swayed slightly in the breeze of the ceiling fan. Shoes were lying around everywhere.