Novel & Cerita B.tan I Want The Darkest Tan Possible

Yeah, I might be Asian, but I can still get a slight bronze on my skin, and believe me, I look a whole lot sexier when I'm glowing. I might only go up a shade or two, but I love what the darkness does to my mentality. I feel like a stone-cold tiger when I'm strutting around campus. It's why I asked my stepdaddy to take me to the beach. A poor college girl like me doesn't have a car, and my friends are all either taking summer classes, on vacation or general knobheads who aren't interested in taking a girl out to get her bronze on. My stepdaddy's a last option but sorely needed.

Else. Something. Darker.

the blonde reporter said. At the corner of the screen, there was an image of a lady whose eyes were blurred out. In one frame, her face was very smooth and beautiful, tagged before using the BlueMoon skincare product, while in the second image, her face was burnt—charcoal dark, like something forgotten on a stovetop—and it was tagged after using BlueMoon skincare products.

"I already have the perfect idea of what you should wear! It's adorable yet slightly sophisticated!" "Colors?" Raven asks from her spot at my dresser. "Black definitely! A creamy white and tan!" "Smokey eye?" "Yes! Definitely yes! I also think the makeup should be more on the darker side but that's just me!" "I need to see the entire outfit do officially decide that." "No shit!" Timothy cursed, walking out my closet with an armful of clothes. "Look at this and agree with me like usual!"

Meaning he's everyone's type—except for Lyra, I suppose. “Get a grip, Tess,” I mutter, hating that I’ve resorted to talking to myself after spending too much time alone. “Make your caramel fix and go to bed.” Despite trying to focus on the task at hand, I keep envisioning Tall, Dark, and Arrogant. In my dreams, his face is covered in a thick, attractive shadow. His eyes are just as I remember them—a vibrant shade of gold. With his T-shirt missing, clothed only in jeans and boots, I’ve been able to see his tattoos. The intricate patterns wind around the front and the back of his shoulder. The black ink suits his tanned skin, bringing attention to his arms, shoulders, and chest.

It bled, just slightly. "Still needs work," I agreed. "We want it kiss-proof, not almost kiss-proof." Everyone laughed. "Any luck with the foundation?" I asked, turning to Nia, our specialist in skin tones. She brightened. "Yes, actually. Batch twenty-three has a better balance of undertones. We tested it on ten volunteers yesterday. The darker shades no longer oxidize into that weird orange." "Finally." Relief slipped into my tone. "That's been haunting us for months."

THE PREVIOUS NIGHT. THIRD PERSON'S POV The black trench coat, or the tan? Alexa held both trenchcoats up in both hands, bringing it closer to her face and looking into the mirror before her, to see which one matched her skin tone better. Black would make her look too pale. "Tan it is!" She smiled, throwing the black one on her bed, and throwing the tan over the extremely sexy lingerie she was wearing. A black lace set that hugged her curves. Sheer cups, daring cutouts, thin straps, and a high-rise thong that left little to imagination and everything to temptation.

Rolling my eyes, I proceeded on doing a light makeup. I didn’t hate my fair skin, and I also didn’t love it. I just think that tan made it more glowing and refreshing. And, I saw the social media influencers had their skin tanned and they looked stunning. That’s why I decided to tan my skin because I felt more confident about it.

From left to right was the pale gray-white, it was for maximum brightness. Next the cool light gray with just a hint of blue giving it a slightly warmer color. Last was the warmer grainge, the compromise darker beige color. My intention was to give Isla the spectrum of light, not just the endless void of her chosen darkness.

There would be work to do later, but at that moment, I was right where I needed to be. “I should have gotten tan instead of khaki,” Raven sighed. “What? No. Khaki is a perfect base coat.” “I don’t know,” she mumbled. “Trust me.” I pulled into the edge of the drive and entered the pin code for the gate. “Khaki is much less assuming. You don’t want to draw attention to the background itself.” “Yeah, okay,” she admitted.