dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Fifteen: Can You Feel This Sexual Tension?

Chapter Fifteen: Can You Feel This Sexual Tension?

I hopped across my bedroom, attempting to tug on my second heel. I nearly fell, smashing into the wall. I went still, making an uneasy face, waiting for mom to yell up the stairs. After a few seconds, I was only greeted with silence. Now using the wall as support, I slipped on the second heel, and standing up straight, feeling tall for once in my life.

"Stupid fucking shoes." I muttered, walking to my closet, pulling the door open revealing my full length mirror. Vic said fancy, but not too fancy. It was also a club, so I assumed I wouldn't be in a gown. I had my hair fully straightened, and spilling over my right shoulder. I had a strapless dress, that hugged my breasts and ribs, before fanning into a breezy skirt that reached just above my knees. It was a turquoise green, causing my eyes to pop. I had these stupid white strapped heels on, but they tied my small outfit together. I itched at the zip that tickled between my shoulder blades. I had pretty natural makeup on, being not an overdo it person, I prefer the more simply makeup look. I exhaled deeply at the mirror, spinning, letting the skirt twirl around my thighs, as I reached down grabbing my duffle bag, and my over the shoulder purse. I placed my phone in a opened part of my duffle bag, before zipping it up properly. Holding my purse in one hand, I shrugged the duffle onto my left shoulder. I closed my bedroom door behind me and made my way downstairs. I clunked down the stairs, my heels clicking, giving me away. I made it to the bottom of the stairs, placing my duffle on the ground by the door. I walked into the kitchen where my mom sat, reading her book.

"What was the awful ruckus from your.. Oh honey, you look gorgeous." My mom gushed as she looked up. I twisted a bit, giving her a huge smile.

"Let me look at you." She grabbed my hands, pulling them away from my sides, studying me. She was grinning at me, playing with the end of my straight hair.

"I think we may need to ask your dad permission to be let out." I groaned, but couldn't help but smile.

"Trevor! I need your opinion on whether your daughter is allowed out the house!" She yelled out, as I buried my face in my hands, laughing. My dad eventually walked around the corner.

"What is it dear?" He looked up, and his eyes widened as he noticed me. His moustache twitched as he walked closure.

"Jane, have you seen my baby girl? Cause all I see is a beautiful young lady." He cupped my face as I grinned widely. He turned to my mom.

"Do you know where my shotgun is? I'll have to shoot everyone who touches her." I chuckled loudly.

"Daddy." I pouted playfully, as he stroke back some of my hair back from my face. His eyes crinkled with his smile.

"You look stunning, darling." I looked into his eyes that mirror Ryan's.

"It's ok, I'm sure Vic will look after me." Dad raised an eyebrow.

"Or he'll be the one that can't stay away." I slapped his arm, laughing. My mom joined me.

"I like that boy, so I would totally be ok with that." My dad gave her a scowl. He liked Vic, don't get me wrong, just the idea of somebody with me like that made him protective. The doorbell rung, and I let out an excited squeal, before slapping my hands over my mouth. I eyeballed my mom and dad who were staring at me. They looked at each other with a secret smile, as I blushed.

"I better get that." I said, pointing at the door, before turning and hurrying away. I stood in front of the door, fixing up my hair, and straighten my dress. I took in a deep breath, before opening the door. His eyes looked up slowly, before they nearly fell out of his head. He was wearing a button up sleeveless shirt, with tight skinny jeans and vans. His hair was straight, and brushed nearly across his head and fell into his eyes. He look extremely sexy tonight, his biceps rather noticeable in that shirt. Yet, I felt a little over dressed. My heart was rather erratic. Vic's mouth kept opening and closing, as he was literally lost for words.