“Oh, that shouldn’t be tough.” Vince bantered right back. “I’ll be the handsomest man in the room.”
He winked.
Obi-Wan laughed. “Nice try, but Zita knows I’m the prettiest face around.”
Zita tipped her head, speculatively. “Hmm. You are, Sweetums, but maybe we should liven things up and try adding some clown attributes… A big red…” She glanced at her husband’s crotch.
Vince immediately though of beeping appendages.
No. Just no.
“La-la-la,” Vince said, clapping his hands over his ears. “You guys do you, but I don’t want to hear about it. Right now, we need to head back to the house.”
Ten minutes later, his face wiped clean of make-up and clad in jeans and a t-shirt he’d left behind as a just-in case, Vince came out to the living room and gave a bicep pump, He-Man posing for the ladies.
Thatgot all kinds of very, over-the-top cat-calls and whistles before, with his ego stroked, Vince gave a jaunty salute to his adoring audience, then he and Lace headed out the door.
“Youarehandsome either way, you know,” Lace told him as soon as they were in his truck. “With or without any…accoutrements,” she sassed.
“I might have been told that a time or two in the past,” he admitted, grinning. “But hearing it from you is what really counts.”
“Thanks,” Lace responded, patting his leg, then her fingers twitched in the direction of his zipper, “So… How long do you think this job is going to take?”
He knew exactly what she was getting at, and his voice dropped an octave. “It doesn’t matter if it’s an hour or four, I’m still game. It’ll be your call whether we, uh, do anything when we get back to your…our, house.”
“Well, the answer to that is an absolute yes,” she told him bluntly.
Red moved up into her cheeks, and she was suddenly glancing everywhere but at him.
Vince found her bold-girl/shy-girl thing a huge turn on, but she swiftly moved on.
“What do you think? Should I trade in my scarf for a matching hairpiece to yours?” Lace purposely picked up Vince’sdiscarded wig where it sat between them on the console, and twirled it in her fingers as a distraction.
Vince snickered. “If you want. But I think you’re already damned cute in those scarves, and…”Yup.He was going to go for it. “…even more stunning with your head completely naked.”
Lace snorted, her hands stilling for a moment. “Naked, huh? You know, most people would say bald.”
Vince scoffed. “Where’s the sexiness in that term? It certainly doesn’t doyoujustice. Naked, however…” he gave a shiver he didn’t try to hide.
Lace began picking at the red fibers again. “You…think my bare head is sexy?” she asked tentatively.
“As fuck,” he agreed without having to think about it for a second. “You never,ever, need to hide it from me, Lace.”
The image of him stroking her smooth pate while she was busy between his legs, popped into his head, and almost senthiminto a full-on, technicolor fantasy.
He could see how Lace could get lost in her visions if they were anything like that.
Instantly he was hard.
He tried to adjust, surreptitiously.
Lace noticed, and giggled.
“Should I ask what’s got you…stirring?” she queried.
Vince groaned uncomfortably. “Honestly?”
“Yup,” she snickered.