Page 87 of Tangled Emotions

“Aww, and he said he’s just a Marine.” Edith teased.

“Tonight, Edith.” My eyebrow raised. “It’s on.”

Her eyes glazed over and filled with lust. “Don’t tease.”

“Ain’t no teasin’ here.” I waved the fork.

She gave me a wink. “I’ll see you tonight, Francis.”

I watched as she sashayed through the door to the back.

“Enoch. Your sister …”

“Dude.” He put his hands up. “I don’t need deets. But you better do right by her and …” He trailed off.

Nodding, I put my fork down. “You have my word.”

“Better talk to the father before you go too far too.” He gave me a firm look. “If you get what I’m laying down.”

“I’m picking it up.”

“Good deal.” He nodded and turned to go back to the kitchen. “Betta’ get to school, Doc.” He kept his voice low as he winked at me.

I scribbled a note for Edith, threw down some bills, and headed to work. This already felt like the longest day in history.

Edith

The appointment my sister made for me was wonderful. My hair got a healthy trim and now I’m rocking highlights. Marina styled me with big sexy curls and now I’m sitting naked on my bed.

Matthew went to my parents’ after school. He left me a note that said he hoped I had fun.

Me too, kid.

I am stuck somewhere between excitement and nervous as I ran through a checklist.

Washed all two thousand body parts?

Check.

Deodorant?

Check.

Shave important areas and maybe do a little landscaping even though he’s already seen it all?

Check.

Lotion to stay soft?

Check.

The dress hung there, taunting me. It’s a wrap with no buttons, zippers, clasps, or snaps. Just two places to tie it.

My sister lost her mind.

I grabbed my phone to message her.

Evie? What the hell were you thinking when you picked this dress?