Lingerie Wars (Invertary 1)

He fidgeted with his bow tie.

“How do I look?” he said.

Kirsty wasn’t sure how to answer that.

“Exactly like the leader of a three-ring circus,” Magenta said.

Kirsty gave her a look that told her she was being rude, but Dougal seemed to think it was a compliment. They left him to boss people around and pretend he was in charge, although in reality everyone knew that Caroline was behind the event and they would only take orders from her. Kirsty’s caravan was fit to bursting. She hugged Helena again when she stepped inside. There were only so many times she could say thank you.

“Lake’s arrived,” Magenta told her as she unpacked her makeup bag.

Kirsty felt a zing of anticipation shoot through her body.

“I better go see what he’s up to,” Kirsty said.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t want to miss anything he’s doing,” Magenta said.

“Are you going to give him a big smooch?” one of the younger girls teased.

There were whoops and catcalls as she left the caravan. Kirsty rolled her eyes at their immaturity, but it still made her smile. Before she could knock on Lake’s caravan door it opened and he stepped out. Kirsty felt a pull deep inside her body. How was it possible that the man got more attractive every time she saw him?

“Come to spy?” he said with a lazy smile.

“You really should look up the definition of spying,” she told him. “There’s nothing covert going on here.”

He grinned at her as his words came back at him and Kirsty’s mouth watered. He had on a cream cable knit jumper over his jeans and it was begging to be touched. So she did. She ran her hand down the soft wool on his bicep and his eyes flashed with lust.

“I like that dress,” he told her. His voice was low and intimate.

Kirsty looked down at her red wrap-around dress. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t worn before.

“I like this bit.” He touched her neck at the collar of her dress and slowly trailed a finger down towards her cleavage, sending little electrical pulses across her skin.

“I really like that you don’t hide your neck any more. It’s a very cool dress.” He took a step towards her as her body hummed with awareness. “Although I do have fantasies about you in that black ribbed jumper wearing the thigh-high boots you have on now.”

Kirsty cleared her throat.

“We’ll talk about that later,” she told him, and his eyes sparkled with promises she knew he was more than capable of keeping.

He leaned in towards her ear and whispered, “do you know what I want?”

Kirsty’s fingers dug into the soft wool of his sweater. She was bewitched. Lake came near her and instead of thinking all she did was feel.

“No,” she said weakly.

“I really, really want…” his voice was a warm, tantalising breath on her skin. “I really want to win.”

She could hear the amusement in his words. With difficulty, she pushed him away and suddenly felt cold.

“Not going to happen, soldier boy,” she told him as she folded her arms.

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sp; “How confident are you about that?” He folded his arms too and his shoulder muscles bulged. Kirsty swallowed a groan. “Want to place a bet?” he said.

It took effort to focus on his words and not on the images in her head. Images from their morning booty call. Delicious images of Lake’s shoulders as he tensed above her. He grinned like he knew what she was thinking. Infuriating man. Infuriating, sexy, man.

“Well,” he said. “Do you want to place a bet?”