B.tan I Want The Darkest Tan Possible の小説・ストーリー

He smiled widely like he had found a huge embarrassing secret of mine. He looked at my expression and exclaimed, "Okay, this is going to be very interesting." "What is?" I asked confused. "You'll see." He smirked and then suddenly said, "Love the lip tint. What shade is it?" Taken aback by his sudden shift in topic, I stopped for a second before confessing slowly, "Nude Beach by Tior brand." "Why are we whispering?" He matched my tone conspiratorially, "Is the shade supposed to be a secret?"

I daren't even think of her name earlier than necessary. Once finished in the bathroom I can't decide what to wear. My skin has tanned like never before in my life, making the colours look different on me. And I sure don't want to wear anything making me look pale, as I enjoy this tan. I finally decide for a dress I've never worn before. It's a tight-fitting pencil dress, a bit in a 50's style in a very light turquoise. The colour reminds me of our holiday, the way the water looked and at the same time it shows off my tan nicely.

I replied irritably. I came out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around my body. I put on my clothes one by one starting from my bra, underwear, black jeans, and my black T-shirt. Yes, I really like black. I think black is very elegant, black can be combined with any color. I smeared my face with a little powder, then I put a nude lipstick on my thin lips. Well suited. Slightly makes me mature but still doesn't make me look old. Ting ... tong ...

Dark. "Come on Claus, cover me…" I say to my best friend and right-hand man. Before I go out behind the car and shoot the motherfuckers who decided to come attack me. "Just do the Dark shots," he replies, looking at me with annoyance. He smiled when he noticed how much it overwhelms him to have to shoot, he's not that good with weapons, at least not like the rest or Max. I look over my shoulder through the window of the armored van in which we came to have a clearer idea of ​​the location of the men attacking us.

He looked less like a sales rep than I did. He was just my type, though: medium height, slim, dark - very dark. There was black in him somewhere, or maybe Latin. Whatever it was, he’d a deep toffee-coloured tan, jet black hair, and big brown bedroom eyes. He was so perfect for me I could’ve designed him. He’d got that sexy, dodgy, almost girlish look that gets me every time ... but with a crotch, in sprayed on jeans, that belonged to no girl I’ve ever known!

It was a light make up but her beauty was undeniable. I averted my gaze bitterly and mindlessly grabbed the shot which I think was martini. I did not even wince when it burned my throat. I looked at Devona again after putting down the glass. It was annoying. It pissed me off because she got beautiful skin. Why wasn't I born with a skin like hers? All my life, my biggest insecurity was the color of my skin. Sometimes I do tanning just to achieve that sun-kissed skin. And there are some women who were born with it?

“G-Get the fuck out of my face! Y-You’re slowing me down!” Reluctantly, I stepped away as Rum tried to pacify the stylist and stood at a spot further away from them. But I could still hear them chatting about the fluffy white clouds and the sweet fragrance of blossoms in the cool morning breeze. And when Tessa reached for the skin lightening powder, Rum beamed brightly and asked if he could be spared from it this time; he seems to get an outbreak each time he uses it. “Oh my!” Tessa exclaimed with concern. “I’m so sorry! Please don’t tell Annie about this!”

Usually, he should be up and unable to sleep anymore. His dark brown hair was spread over the pillow, with some strands falling across his closed eyes. His tan skin was literally flawless, with only the birthmark against his neck and his dark tattoo. My eyes ran down his body again, and he was fully naked and exposed to my eyes. His body was all perfection and deliciously muscled.

Halfway through, she started getting frustrated because she couldn’t find the right shade of blue; before she could say or even growl, Tj came to us holding a blue color. “They called this Sunset blue; it’s not too dark, but it’s not too light.”, he says then explains. “This is the color, now I just need to find, glow in the dark-” “I already have that.”, I answered, cutting her off. “Sweet! We just need to find our other friends!”, she says happily.