Paint Strokes

Chapter 9: Leo is friend, not food

Chapter 9: Leo is friend, not food

A/N: Not proof read or edited in anyway. Can seriously not be bothered. Enjoy :)

Be ready at 8.

 

How he got my number I have no idea but stuff him if he thinks that I’m going to get up at 8am on a Saturday.

Fuck. That.

I drop my phone without responding and role back over and tuck my dunna under my chin. Sighing in contentment I close my eyes back up and start dozing off.

I’m not sure how long I was asleep before rough hands shaking my shoulders rudely awaked me.

“Wake up Summer.” His voice cooed.

“Go away.” I tried rolling away from Leo but he just followed me and not for the first time did I curse the universe for not giving me a bigger bed.

“Summer.”

Ignore him.

“Summer.”

Ignore. Ignore.

“Fine then.” I felt his body heat move away and sighed in contentment.

I stiffened when I heard rustling and then Leo’s amused voice broke through my sleep.

“Very hot thong you have here Sum.”

Jumping out of the warmth of my sheets, I marched over to the grinning Latino probably scaring him with my make-up less face and untamed hair.

“Give me that.” I held out my hand waiting for him to drop the silk undies into it.

He didn’t comply and instead decided to tease me some more.

“ I honestly didn’t think you were a silks girl, maybe more of a lacey fan.”

He continued, “I wonder how many more of these you have hidden away.”

To be honest, they are like my only pair of hot underwear, most of them are plain cheap ones but once in a while I like to splurge.

“Well you’ll never know, that’s for sure.”

Unfortunetly there was no conviction in my voice and Leo the dickhead, picked up on that fact.

Suddenly the G-string was placed back in with my other mess and he stalked closer, the air suddenly a little harder to breathe.

“Aw come on baby don’t lie, it’s only a matter of time.” He whispered getting into my personal space.