Free Killer Queen: A Painted Faces Novel by L.H. Cosway Page A

Phil a gift,
because I was beginning to think that moving to Dublin was the best decision
I’d ever made.

 
    June 30 th ,
2012.
    Soundtrack:
“Be Italian” from Nine / “Modern Love” by David Bowie
     
    The
next day Fred was continuing to play hard to get, and it was beginning to wear
on me. I hadn’t been gifted with patience. I always wanted things when I wanted
them, no waiting around. Don’t get me wrong — I was enjoying the chase, but at
the same time I was beginning to wonder if maybe she just wasn’t interested.
Maybe I simply wasn’t her type.
    We’d spent half the day together, and when I flirted
with her, it felt like she was flirting back. However, I couldn’t be certain if
the only reason she was flirting back was because she enjoyed the banter. Every
time I tried to initiate intimacy, she would abruptly back away.
    We were in my dressing room at the club, getting
ready for my first show with her as my assistant. I couldn’t take my eyes off
her sexy body, but she seemed quite oblivious of my attention. I’d introduced
her to Phil when we’d arrived, and I could tell he liked her. I knew he would.
Fred was the kind of girl that anyone could admire. Even though she clearly had
some insecurities, there was a sort of openness about her that was appealing.
    She was playing around now, swinging the swivel
chair she was sitting on in circles until it made her dizzy. I was lost in admiring
her smiling eyes when she stopped and asked me if I wanted to start getting
ready. Teaching her the ropes was going to be time-consuming but at the same
time fun.
    “Makeup first — my clothes are expensive. Some are
one of a kind. I can't risk ruining them,” I explained to her. “Would you paint
my nails for me, Fred?”
    “I'd love to, Viv,” she answered happily, and picked
up the bottle of polish. I watched as she came and sat in front of me, then
grabbed my hand and placed it on her lap. It took me by surprise, because it
was quite a specific placement. I wasn’t sure if she was aware how close my
hand was to her pussy. I thought I noticed her breathing accelerate slightly,
and my body moved closer almost of its own accord. If this was her subtle way
of flirting, I was enjoying it immensely. She focused intently on painting my
nails red, while I focused intently on how she bit softly on her lower lip
while she concentrated. She seemed to startle when she glanced up to see how
intensely I was staring at her.
    “What? Did I make a mistake?” she asked, breaking
our eye contact.
     In the moment, I decided to go with stark honesty
and tell her exactly what I was thinking. “No. I have to admit, for some reason
I find you incredibly sexy, Fred.”
    Her gasp was so tiny I almost missed it. Then she
plastered a breezy grin on her face and quipped self-deprecatingly, “You might
need to pop in to Specsavers for an eye test, Viv.”
    “I've got perfect twenty-twenty vision, I'll have
you know. How about I lock the door so that we can have a quickie? If we're
going to work together, I need to get this urge out of my system to fuck your
brains out.”
    I knew my words had their desired effect when she
clenched her thighs together and swallowed visibly. She was thinking about it.
However, a wall went up instantly as she replied, “Ah, I have a true romantic
on my hands.”
    “I never claimed to offer romance, Fred, but I'm
fairly confident I can provide you with the perfect sexual release. It has been
three and a half years, after all.”
    Earlier in the day she’d admitted just how long it
had been since she last got laid. I’d been surprised that someone as sexy as
she was had managed to evade a good shagging in all that time, but when I
considered how bundled up she could be, I guessed it made sense.
    I was still on a mission to unwind her, drive her
wild. After I was done with her, she’d be a whole new woman. I did have
something of a charitable nature.
    “Best friends don't do that sort of thing,”