"Okay," Gina said. "Open your eyes."
Mackenzie did, finding Gina's face just inches away. Gina stared intently into her eyes, rekindling the fire that smoldered low in her belly. Mackenzie couldn't breathe, her body tensing with anticipation. She parted her lips slightly to suck in air. Would Gina take it as an invitation?
Gina's gaze dropped to Mackenzie's lips and stayed for long seconds. "Your lips..." Gina's tongue slicked over her own lips as she backed away. "They're a great color." She turned to the counter and picked up a tube. "Just clear gloss, I think."
Mackenzie swallowed, jittery with excitement and hollow with nervousness.
Gina slicked on the gloss, dabbed a little foundation, and brushed pink highlighter on her cheeks. Turning her chair so she faced the mirror, she said, "Ta-da!"
Mackenzie looked good. Really, really good. Surprising. Her eyes glowed bright blue. The contouring cheek color made her face look less chubby.
"How did you do this?" As if she'd ever recreate this look at home. Mackenzie rarely bothered with anything but waterproof mascara. In a restaurant kitchen, everything else melted off in the heat and humidity. She stood, still gawking at the strange reflection in the mirror. "Gina, you are an artist."
Gina smiled and leaned in closer to brush her fingers over Mackenzie's cheek. "You have beautiful skin."
Their eyes met, and Mackenzie held her breath. Would there be a kiss now? Would Gina wrap her hand around Mackenzie's neck and pull her close, press her lush mouth to hers, lap her with her tongue? Then what? The couch on the other end of the dressing room? Would Gina lock the door, dim the lights, and peel off her dress? Reveal those pink panties and even pinker pussy lips?
Mackenzie's body hummed with desire as she waited, afraid to make the first move. Afraid Gina wouldn't.