I hadn't wanted to explain the lipstick. Or the mascara. Or the skinny jeans I'd snagged from Sienna's laundrey and washed under cover of darkness and paired with a black turtleneck that a jaunt through the dryer had made, to ne honest, a size too small. But this news about the Willing Archive trumped all of that.
He gave me a careful once-over. "Well."
I sat down next to him, aiming for casual. I should have aimed my butt. I sat on his geometry book. "Well what?"
"Don't even.The day you become a good liar is the day I leave you for one of the Hannandas."
"I have an appointment at the Willing Archive."
I will say this for Frankie: He pays attention. "The utterly-off-limits, place-to-bury-your-face-in-Edward's-old-knickers archive?"
"Nice.But yes,that one.Mrs. Evers got me in."
"About time someone did." He bumped a shoulder against mine. "I really do hate to burst your bubble, Fiorella, but Edward is a century past appreciating the sight of you in tight jeans. So tell me whassup."
I squirmed a little.
"What sort of idiot do you think I am?" He sighed. "You look good, but I am concerned about the inspiration."
"It's not a big deal. It's some makeup."
"When I want a boy to look ta me, it's a day that ends in y. You, it's something else. It's a big deal.

Auteur: Melissa Jensen