Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

Festivities

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.Carl.

Layla looked...fuck, they didn't even make adjectives worthy of describing how she looked. I couldn't even form a coherent sentence.

"You...I...fuck," I stammered. Brilliant.

Layla blushed and twirled a bit. "You like?"

I had to adjust myself as I nodded. Wow.

"Yo!" Debbie cut in. "Don't forget you still have to drop me off at home, lover boy."

I cleared my throat and stepped up to the driver's side door, where Layla was still standing. I pressed myself against her and smirked as I leaned in to kiss her.

"No!" Debbie yelled.

I froze and glared at her.

"Don't you dare mess up her makeup before you even go out," Debbie scolded me as she got into the backseat.

I looked back at Layla, who smiled and shrugged before sneaking past me to get in on the passenger side.

I drove Debbie home and got out to thank her for helping me out.

"You're the best," I smiled as I hugged her.

"I know, I know," Debbie grinned as we parted again. "So I will see you two later!" She said excitedly before she waved a finger in my face. "Don't you dare mess her makeup up."

I rolled my eyes. How would I possibly keep my hands (and mouth) off of her until later tonight? "We'll meet you guys at the house afterward. I'll text you."

"Have fun!" she called as I got back into the car.

I turned and looked at Layla again. Fucking hell, I couldn't even handle it.

"So where are you taking me?" she smiled. At least, I think that's what she said while I was checking her out.

"Huh? Oh, you'll see," I smirked, willing myself to turn and face forward so that I could get us to dinner without fucking her right in the car.

.....

.Layla.

Carl seemed really worked up by my look, and it was adorable. I thought Debbie had been over the top with some of it, but his reaction was well worth it.

I had to admit to Debbie at the salon, my hair and makeup looked really good. More effort than I would ever put in, and it was nice to be pampered a little bit. Even though I had more makeup on than I ever had, it did still look pretty natural. The stylist had done a smoky eye look like Debbie asked, and it looked pretty sexy. I loved my hair, too. It was full of volume and in big loose curls. I felt like a movie star. The dress we'd picked out was light pink and very form-fitting, save for the flowy top part that was off-the-shoulder.

Carl looked tense as he drove us to dinner, never looking over at me. I had felt the bulge in his pants when he leaned against me a bit ago, so I had a feeling I knew why he was avoiding me. It was cute, but I was anxious to get to dinner and have his attention. I got such a thrill from him when he was forward and thirsty.

We pulled into a parking garage near the Hancock building, and once Carl found a spot, he got out to open my door. He extended his hand to me, and I smiled and took it.

When I stood up, he finally looked me up and down, and the intense expression on his face made me bite my lip.

"You look so fucking sexy," he breathed.

I blushed. "Thank you. You do too, baby." He really did. I took a moment to appreciate how perfect he was in his white dress shirt and gray pants.