Many young guys in Thailand are pretty, with delicate figures, and when they don makeup and fine clothes, including stilettos, nothing will ever give away their gender except an Adam’s apple. And a dick, if it comes to that.
“You know what the trick about looking good in high heels is?” Jonshu asks me as he strolls in front of the mirror in a mini dress, high heels, and the natural wig that comes down to his waist and that he spent a fortune on.
Right now, he is not Jonshu. He is Jaine. Even his Adam’s apple won’t give him away because he is gorgeous, feminine, and graceful in the way he moves.
“No matter how gooooorgeous high heels are, if they are not comfortable, you’ll look like a duckling after an hour of wearing them. Find the shoes that you can run in. Nothing ruins a pretty girl like blisters on her feet that make her wobble.”
“Thank you, Jonshu,” I murmur as I put on a beautiful set of lacy underwear because it makes me feel good about myself, then slip on the red dress and put on high heels. They feel like they are molded with my feet and I can run a mile.
I stand in front of the mirror and smile, enjoying the view.
In your face, bitches!
51
ARCHER
Even the factthat Droga and Ty are finally settling at Ayana is not cheering me up. My mood has been shit since yesterday. Since… Yeah, since I kicked Kat out.
Which, logically, should be the best course.
But my heart is heavy. No matter what I do, I think of her.Craveher.
And here we are. It’s early evening, and I’m on my fourth drink. Thinking about Cece’s birthday, because she throws the biggest parties and I know Marlow and Kat will be there. Thinking about Kat, because that’s all I think about lately. Staying away from her only makes it worse.
I open the phone and pull up the picture of her on the Eastside. The sight of her makes me want to text her, call her, drag her here and have a serious conversation about us.
Us.
How did this come down to a possibility ofus?
Though it does have a ring to it.
Maybe, we just need to establish certain rules. Make a schedule. Like, afuckingschedule, so we don’t get all stirred up over nothing.
I swipe the screen to the cam shot of her in my pool.
My gorgeous kitten…
I keep saying this in my mind, though Kat is not mine.
My phone beeps with the entrance gate sensor.
A minute later, Margot strolls in. Black party dress, a diamond necklace that covers her entire chest, her pink hair arranged on top of her head into some intricate nest.
“You look gorgeous,” I say indifferently, and she widens her eyes in feigned surprise.
“Did you just compliment me, Archer?”
With a well-practiced smile, she takes a seat right next to me, gracefully swinging one leg over the other and leaning onto me.
I set my phone face down on the couch.
“Are you sulking again?” She nods toward my drink.
“Relaxing.” I’m in no mood for a chat. “What’s up, Margot? You stopped here for a reason?”
“Well, a compliment from your majesty is good enough. Make me a drink?” She smiles. “Martinez. The usual.”