Pretty Perfect Read online Riley Hart, Christina Lee (Boys in Makeup #1)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Boys in Makeup Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
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“Eh, he wasn’t the best, but it did the job.”

Seth curled up against me as I told him the details. Afterward, he sighed. “Thanks, Jess.”

“No problem,” I replied, then tilted his head toward me. “You know, if you wanna do it, lose your virginity with someone you trust, I’d do it, right?” Seth was just a friend to me, and I knew he felt the same about me. We’d never want anything more with each other, but I had a feeling that wanting it to be with someone he trusted was one of the things holding him back.

“I know you would. No offense, but as much as I love you, I don’t want to sleep with you.”

“Oh, Sweet Seth, you just broke my heart!” I teased dramatically, throwing an arm over my face. He laughed, and then I laughed, before we settled down together.

“How was your crabby bartender?”

“As cranky as ever. I don’t get him. He’s snubbed his nose at me from the first day we met. I mean, I think I’m fucking fabulous to hang around. Why doesn’t he understand that? It sounds like his problem to me.”

Seth chuckled again. “Obviously.”

“See? I knew you’d understand.”

“Or maybe he’s envious of you in some ways,” he added, making me roll my eyes.

“Well, I’m gorgeous, funny, an excellent lay, a sexy dancer, and I have impeccable makeup abilities, but I don’t think he cares much about those things. So he must be jelly because I’m broke, have no car, am struggling to put myself through college, and have parents who love me but don’t understand me. Oh, and they’re convinced I’m going to hell. I can see why he’d be envious.” I tried to get up, but Seth pulled me back down again.

“Somehow I doubt he knows those things about you.”

“Ugh, whatever. I don’t think that’s it.” Dane thought he was better than me. I grated on his nerves. There was no way it could be anything else. “Do you want me to make breakfast? Or lunch, I guess I should say. I owe you for yesterday.”

Seth shook his head. “We can go out. Enjoy the weather before the rain comes.”

I so wished I could go out. “How about we eat here and then go do something this afternoon?”

“Or you could let me buy you lunch,” he replied. Seth didn’t come off as a spoiled, rich kid in a lot of ways, but he also didn’t understand what it was like not to have money, and he couldn’t seem to grasp why I refused to take his.

“I’ll make nachos. Sounds good?” This time when I climbed out of bed, my roommate didn’t try to stop me. I pulled on a pair of sweats, his eyes darting away as I did so. It was different…his interest in sex and my hookups compared to the way he got embarrassed just looking at me when I was naked.

Seth chatted with me as I made us lunch. Afterward, we went out for coffee, which I did allow myself to splurge on. I deserved a fucking coffee, right? Then we just walked around for a bit before heading back to the apartment.

I did some studying, then Seth ordered pizza, damn him, which I couldn’t help but eat before I got ready for work.

By the time I got to the Playground, I was exhausted. Still, I perked myself up and plastered a smile on my face. “I’m prepared to clean house tonight, boys. Wait until you see my look,” I said as I walked into the break room. Dane was there, but I tried not to pay him much attention. He would be working in the Underground, like he did every Saturday night, so we wouldn’t have to glare at each other all night.

Part of me wished I could work there tonight too, because I was in the mood for a bit of a slower pace.

“You wish,” Skylar, one of the other dancers, said, commenting on my outfit for tonight. “You should see what I have planned.”

Skylar and I always had a bit of friendly competition going on. He was brunet and beautiful and bendy as fuck, which went in his favor. I was pretty bendy myself, but I hadn’t spent my life dancing, tumbling, and doing gymnastics the way Sky had. When I was growing up, my parents considered those kinds of things for girls and wouldn’t have thought of putting their son in these activities—even if we’d had the money for it, which we didn’t.

“You may be able to spread your legs farther than me,” I told Sky—he could jump up and land in the splits, damn him—“but my ass is better.”

“Oh, look, Jesse is suddenly delusional,” Sky teased.

“My trick last night would disagree with you.”

There was a scoff behind me, and I turned, cocking a brow at Dane. “Have something to say, Captain Cranky Pants?”


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