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I was actually having a decent morning, which in my life lately, was basically a miracle. The sun was out, my iced matcha was hitting just right, and I was on my way to get my nails done. I had a vision for this set—deep, "rich girl" red with a almond shape.

Take-‘ “Hazel!” Ashlyn calls. “We’ve got the thing set to glam your nails up. Come over.” I turn back. Ashlyn can’t see me but I did anyway. “Okay, give me a minute.” I turn back to my phone. Before my finger could tap any more letters on my keyboard, Ashlyn calls. “No! A minute can turn to an hour. Come now.” “Can’t I do my nails at a salon?” “That’ll take hours and a lot of extra cash for immediate booking. We’ve got this.” Savory says. “Been fixing acrylic since I was five.” Okay, that’s very not convincing.

Without lowering the book from her face, Rhea reached into her bag and pulled it out, stretching her hand toward me. I took the bottle, and her fingers with it. My thumb brushed slowly over her skin and she tried to pull away immediately, but I tightened my grip, just enough to stop her. I traced over each of her fingers before letting my thumb linger against her palm. Her nails were done in a soft baby pink. Pretty. She finally lowered the book, cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. “Let go,” she mouthed, shooting me a sharp look that would’ve been convincing if she didn’t look so rattled.

-Thank you," she said with a blush. Do you want some? -She asked, offering him a strawberry, and he nodded. -But if you give it to me from your mouth," he said in a husky voice. Booke popped the strawberry in her mouth and then turned around. -You're a naughty girl," he laughed, and Booke blushed. Booke kissed him passionately, not waiting another minute to taste the alpha's lips. Nathan also wasted no time in tasting the omega's delicious lips. Booke dropped the remaining strawberries in his hands, as well as the honey, to deepen the kiss by placing his hands on the alpha's neck.

Taylor grumbled as we all climbed out taking in the sight BookCon was far bigger than I had even expected and that's saying a lot considering how much I had played it up in my head. We had entered through the back and instantly been dragged to hair and makeup which was surprisingly fun. They had styled my hair into a neat bun with a deep blue eyeshadow look. Blairs hair had been curled into waves that matched her ocean eyes that were complimented further by the Smokey eye her makeup artist had done. She looked stunning to say the least. I couldn't take my eyes off her in that white dress that showed a bit more cleavage than I would've liked considering half the world would be watching.

She rocked back and forth on her heels, a nervous smile twitching along her lips. I want to laugh, but I remain professional. I’m supposed to be an expert in all things seduction and sex. I can’t break my cover now. I gently spell out her name before writing my unique yet generic as all h*ll personalized message. After that’s done, I scrawl out my signature, ‘G. Blake’ and close the book once I know the message won’t smear. I slip into the first few pages, a business card, a special bookmark, and a couple of stickers before I place the book in a printed small tote bag. A final touch of an art print of the main characters, and I then finally hand the bag to the reader. Nice and quick. Only ni

After that, I slathered myself with the thick, body cream that I save for special occasions. I went to Kim’s room for nail polish and beat Tobi to the punch by hissing at her when she glared at me from Kim's bed. I settled on deep blue for my toenails and seashell pink for my fingernails. Once my fresh mani and pedi were dry, I glared at the drawer with the cell phone in it.

" Lena asked, already moving towards the little niche next to the register. There was a small French press, two chipped cups, and a pyramid of ceramic sugar bowls jammed next to jars of biscotti and handmade bookmarks. "I'm good," Julian said quickly. She turned half-way around, half-smiling. "It's bookstore coffee, Mr. Blackwood. Not poison." A silence. Then— "Julian," he corrected softly. Lena's hands froze on the mug. He’d never told her his first name before. She turned, her smile softening. “Alright. Julian, then.” She poured two mugs before he could argue further. “You can decline the second cup, but I’ll be offended.”

She nods to Shade but answers me, "We don't need to worry about that. Zachariah has a gift sitting back in your room for tonight." Shade gets to his feet and disappears into the back room again, coming back out not long later with 3 small bottles of something. One was gold nail polish, one looked like it had a black powder of some type in it and the other seemed to be a clear cover polish. He started with the gold, doing all my nails, he then used the black powder which once on the gold looked like little stars scattered over my nails, and then he covered them with the clear polish, sealing them all together.

Dan moaned, hips jerking. Kara stroked slowly, twisting at the head. Every upstroke, the pointed tips dragged along the underside of his shaft, sending electric shocks through his body. “Mmm, you feel that, baby? These nails were made for cock. So sharp. So fucking pretty on your cheating dick.” She dragged one single nail slowly up the frenulum, circling the leaking slit. Pre-cum oozed out; she smeared it around the head with the flat of her talon, making the purple crown glisten.