Crown of Sins - Chaelisa

-Chapter Fourteen-

*Lisa's POV*

It would be funny how the roles have reversed in just a matter of a couple hours. Would being the word I'm stuck on. Or maybe should is better.

It could, should, would be funny if I weren't so fucking irritated as I wait for Rosie to show up.

I sent her the address as she sped away, all too eager to get away from me. But maybe I should have told her to be here half an hour before I wanted her to be. Because I've been standing here way too long now.

Ball gowns and tuxes head into the doors to my left as I scroll on my phone, just wasting time scrolling as I wait. And I try not to pull at my tie or adjust the other pieces of this get-up.

Basically, I'm doing my best not to look like an FBI agent in a fancy suit that's definitely not mine and making me uncomfortable as I stand here and wait for The Princess and her perfect ass to show up. An ass I'd like to...

Damn it.

Still nothing from her. No indication of when, or even if, she'll be showing up.

And I swear I'm trying to keep my anger at bay; I'm doing my best to swallow every bubble of irritation that tries to build up in the back of my throat. But she's making it fucking tough.No messages. No calls. Nothing.

Irritated, I shove my phone back into that weird inner pocket of this jacket that's tighter against my muscles than I thought looked right, but whatever. But all of that fades away, as I look up and see her.

Roseanne saunters over to me like she's floating, the trail of her silk dress fluttering behind her. I want to run the fabric between my fingers, knowing it's as soft as I imagine her skin is too.

It's not flashy with beads or sparkle, but the deep-black fabric shines in a way that's more elegant than anyone who's walked into the party before us.

I can feel my jaw dropping, but there's nothing I can do to stop it as I take her in.

With curls piled on top of her head, and dark shadow accentuating her light eyes, she's possibly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. In my life.

And the deep red of her lips is practically calling to me. As much as the slit up her thigh, giving the fabric behind her a little extra give. Somehow that dress is both snug and flowing at the same time-something that would be easy to get into without even needing to take off. But it doesn't look trashy or too revealing either.

I'd gladly swallow my words about cleaning up if she asked me to right now. In fact, I should apologize before she has a chance to say anything at all.

"I almost didn't recognize you," Roseanne says before I even get my mouth closed from the shock of her. I really fucking hope there isn't any drool at the corner of my mouth, but I'm too scared to check. The thoughts running through my mind prevent me from answering her still.

Images of my hands on her ass, my teeth on her neck, that body of hers on top of mine.

I have to shake my head, literally, before I can make all of the filthy hopes fade into the background. And I swallow. A couple times. After all of that, I hope I look a little more neutral, a little less obvious in how quickly I'd have dropped to my knees and worshiped if her she had asked a moment ago. I need to get my shit together.

Which reminds me, I still haven't said a fucking word.

Her smile widens, and when she winks there's no doubt in my mind-or hers-that she knows exactly what was going through my head. She's well aware of how much she surprised me and just how much she intrigues me. More now than before.