OK then” I retort sarcastically.
“Seriously, it will be alright, they won’t mention it, just pretend it never happened. They are being pretty insistent on meeting you properly and to be honest I actually want them to meet you, so if you won’t do it for them, do it for me” he says giving me his best pleading look.
“Arrg” I dispel my frustration, “Fine, but if you didn’t look so cute right now, I wouldn’t be agreeing”
“Thanks” he says compensating me with a kiss.
Tomorrow is going to be a nightmare; I decide I will have to call Caz in the morning, if only to get her advice about meeting the parents, at least my humiliation will distract her from heading out to kill Jake.
After about an hour I get bored of trashy TV and formulate a naughty plan in my head. I stand and walk across the room, “Where you going?” Carlos asks.
“Never you mind, nosey” I say, disappearing upstairs.
Once in our room I close the door behind me and route out my bag from the boutique, from its hiding place in my suitcase and empty the contents onto the bed.
It takes a good fifteen minutes to stuff myself into it and another ten to throw on some makeup and ruffle my hair into a hopefully, sexy bedroom style.
Now I’m ready I don’t quite know what to do with myself; do I go downstairs, where he is almost definitely going to spot me from the top of the stairs and then have the embarrassing feat of wobbling down them in these heels while he watches? No, I don’t think so. I could call him from the top of the stairs and get him to come up to me, but I don’t know how flattering this will look from that angle.
My only option is to position myself on the bed and call him from there. I lay down on my back, instantly getting the sharp heel of my shoe caught in the bedcovers; untangling it I try laying out flat, one leg bent up at the knee and an arm draped over the pillow above my head, but my boobs are practically strangling me. Rolling onto my front I push up on all fours, arching my back and pushing my bum into the air, ‘no’ I think giggling to myself. Finally I roll onto my side, bend my arm at the elbow and prop my head up on my hand and rest the other on my hip. This is the best I’m going to get, “Carlos” I shout out, waiting a minute I hear no reply; is there a way to yell sexily? “CARLOS” I try a bit louder.
“Yeah” the faint reply comes.
“Come here a minute”
“What?”
“COME’UP HERE” well this is getting off to a marvellous start.
I can hear the TV switch off and his footsteps as he climbs the stairs. I give my hair another quick scrunch and put on my best ‘come to bed face’.
As he opens the door his eyes widen, drinking in the sight of me.
“Surprise” I purr.
“Wow”
“You like?” I ask, though I’m already sure of the answer.
“Yeah I like” he drools as he approaches me. He crawls up the bed until he’s positioned over me and runs his hands up the corset. “Is this what you bought from that boutique?”
“Yep”
“Stand up and give us a twirl then” he says, jumping off the bed and extending his hand to me. I oblige, attempting to get up off the bed as gracefully as possible. Once I’m standing in front of him he lifts my hand so I can turn in a circle, giving my bum a smack in passing.
“Hey! I wasn’t bent over that time” referencing his rule from our second date.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself, I mean look at it” he says, taking both cheeks in his hands and squeezing hard.
Stepping back I wriggle out of his grasp, “Err, who gave you permission to grab that?” I ask coyly, sticking my ass out and slapping it hard. “ooh” I omit appreciatively, then bite my bottom lip and put on my best sexy expression.
“Oh sweetness, that’s so hot!” he reaches up to touch me again and I quickly smack his hand.
“Oi, that’s not for you” I tease, grasping his shoulders and pushing him onto the bed with force. I slide one knee between his legs and slowly crawl onto the bed, running my hand up his body as I go.
His hands find my thighs, but just as they