Good Girls Do It Well (A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance) Read Free

him in my panties. With Liam, I felt safe. That was why I was taking him to the gala as my date.
     
    I managed to pull myself together before our friend Becca arrived to do our hair and makeup. Becca worked at one of the most exclusive salons in New York and was the go-to girl for celebrities when they were in town. Lexi grabbed her as soon as she got there and pulled her into her room to do her hair first. I had a feeling she called her in there out of spite, hoping that she wouldn’t get a chance to do mine which would lead me to going to the gala looking like I’d just rolled out of bed. I had news for her, though. As much fun as it is to have someone do your hair and makeup, I was more than capable of doing my own. Since I already knew what she was up to, I grabbed my stuff and headed for the bathroom.
     
    Under usual circumstances, I am not your typical girl who primps and preens in front of a mirror for ages when getting ready to go somewhere. This, however, is one of those nights where it’s absolutely necessary. My dress is gorgeous; it’s long and silky and the cutest shade of powder blue I’ve ever seen. The strapless gown had sequins around my cleavage, yet it wasn’t meant to draw attention to my breasts. My dress is beautiful and classy.
     
    After getting into the dress, I spent nearly two hours getting made up to go to the dance. For a while, I was asking myself what I was doing. I was going to the dance with Liam and I knew I didn’t have to get made up for him. Who was I trying to impress? I was able to answer my own question quickly. I wasn’t attempting to impress anyone. I missed out on proms and homecomings and this was my way to make up for lost time. I wanted to look like a beautiful princess and dammit, that’s what I was going to do.
     
    Liam arrived early to pick me up and had to wait until I was finished. This was new territory for him. He was used to my beauty regimen consisting of pulling my hair back into a ponytail, grabbing my purse and walking out the door.
     
    “I’m sorry, Liam. I won’t be too much longer. Just have a seat on my bed and I’ll be right out,” I yelled from inside the bathroom. I learned that day that he didn’t like to wait. While I was rolling the curling iron through my long hair, I could hear the sound of his knuckles cracking. Looking through the crack in the door, I could see that he was nervous and fidgety. His leg bounced up and down as his eyes darted around the room. I’m pretty sure he even sighed and let out a low whistle as he waited.
     
    When I finally made my way out into my room, he jumped up off the bed to meet me. He was raised to be old-fashioned and believed a lady should never be greeted by a man in a seated position. Sometimes I wonder why I wasn’t into him. He was literally everything I wanted in a guy. The feelings weren’t there, though, and we both knew it. We’d debated giving it a go a couple of times while we were younger but it was too weird. We’re best friends and that’s the way we like it.
     
    “Wow, you look beautiful,” he complimented me as I did a little spin so he could see my dress.
     
    “Thank you. You look very handsome yourself,” I responded as I looked his black and white tuxedo up and down. He really did clean up quite nice.
     
    Just as I had suspected, Lexi and Becca emerged from her room with only minutes to spare. She had a smirk on her face that I would have loved to have slapped off. Instead, I bit my tongue as I usually do and rolled my eyes.
     
    “You ready to go?” Liam asked, holding out his hand, instructing me to walk ahead of him.
     
    “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
     
    And with that, it was time to head to the gala. Liam held the passenger door of his blue Ford Mustang while I got in. I was used to riding in his SUV but this was the car that he brought out for special occasions. I thought it was cute that he considered this dance to be one of those times. I really hope to meet a