Where are you?
Evan: Where are you?
Me: The bar at the hotel where I stayed for graduation.
Evan: Are you drunk?
Me: Maybe a little .
Evan: You want me to pick you up?
Me: Roxie too.
Evan: Who is Roxie?
Me: You’ll see.
Evan: I’ll be there in 10 .
“There,” I say as I put my phone back in my bag. “Are you happy?”
“You made my day, Princess,” the bartender says and I know he’s making fun of me.
As the bartender heads back to his place behind the bar, Ro xie turns to me and asks, “So who is this guy who’s not your boyfriend.”
“His name is Evan,” I reply.
“Is he hot?” she counters.
I think about the question for a moment. “Yes, very.”
Roxie’s eyes narrow. “Have you done the nasty?”
I suddenly feel uncomfortable talking about Evan with Roxie and I’m not sure why. I had no trouble talking to her about Aaron.
“Yes,” I say quietly.
“But he’s not your boyfriend?” Her expression is puzzled.
“No, he’s not my boyfriend.”
“Why not? Doesn’t he satisfy you?”
“Believe me, we have no trouble in that department.”
“So let me get this straight.” She points to her index finger for emphasis. “You have a seriously hot guy, who’s great in the sack, but he’s not your boyfriend.” She points to her middle finger next. “And you’ve got another hot guy, who you think you’re supposed to be with, who happens to be engaged to someone else.” Then she points to her ring finger. “For some reason you don’t want to be with the hot guy, who you’re actually screwing because you want to be with the other hot guy, who is screwing someone else.”
I nod. “That pretty such sums it up.”
“You are one fucked up skinny ass chick. Are you sure you don’t want your own reality show?”
“I’ll pass.”
“Pass on what?” I turn to see Evan walking up to our table.
Roxie catches my attention with a look that says Evan is hotter than she expected.
When Evan glances at Roxie, I see a look of recognition sweep over his face.
“How do you know one of the Trailer Park Trio?” Evan asks me.
“Roxie and I are in the MBA program together,” I reply.
“Nice to meet you,” Roxie says as she puts out her hand.
Evan shakes it. “I’m Evan Warner.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Roxie states as she sneaks a sideways glance my way.
Evan grins. “All good, I hope.”
“Very good,” Roxie taunts.
“So, you girls need a ride home? My chariot awaits.”
Roxie laughs. “Aren’t you a charmer? I can see why Keira likes you.”
I kick Roxie under the table and she kicks me right back. Then we both get up and I feel much weaker in the knees than I expect. Before I take a tumble, Evan grabs hold of me and steadies me.
The heat of his body against mine starts my juices flowing and when I inhale a slight whiff of his cologne, my desire continues to pique.
“Where do you live?” Evan asks Roxie.
When she gives him her address he nods. “Good, it’s on the way.”
***
Thirty minutes later we’ve dropped Roxie off at her McMansion in a nouveau riche section of town and we’re headed to Evan’s place.
“Aren’t you going to take me home?” I ask.
“You’re coming back to my place,” he states.
“Why?”
“Because you obviously need someone to take care of you. You’re falling down drunk. You probably haven’t eaten a thing all day. And I want to make sure you’re okay.”
The thought of someone wanting to take care of me makes me smile. I’ve never had anyone take care of me before except if they were being paid. My parents were too busy to give a shit about anything except maintaining their image. They wanted a daughter who was model perfect in every way, that they could show off to the world. And they hired a legion of nannies, tutors, maids, cooks and personal assistants to make sure every one of my needs was attended to so they wouldn’t have to deal with them.
Evan is right. When I try to step
Evan: Where are you?
Me: The bar at the hotel where I stayed for graduation.
Evan: Are you drunk?
Me: Maybe a little .
Evan: You want me to pick you up?
Me: Roxie too.
Evan: Who is Roxie?
Me: You’ll see.
Evan: I’ll be there in 10 .
“There,” I say as I put my phone back in my bag. “Are you happy?”
“You made my day, Princess,” the bartender says and I know he’s making fun of me.
As the bartender heads back to his place behind the bar, Ro xie turns to me and asks, “So who is this guy who’s not your boyfriend.”
“His name is Evan,” I reply.
“Is he hot?” she counters.
I think about the question for a moment. “Yes, very.”
Roxie’s eyes narrow. “Have you done the nasty?”
I suddenly feel uncomfortable talking about Evan with Roxie and I’m not sure why. I had no trouble talking to her about Aaron.
“Yes,” I say quietly.
“But he’s not your boyfriend?” Her expression is puzzled.
“No, he’s not my boyfriend.”
“Why not? Doesn’t he satisfy you?”
“Believe me, we have no trouble in that department.”
“So let me get this straight.” She points to her index finger for emphasis. “You have a seriously hot guy, who’s great in the sack, but he’s not your boyfriend.” She points to her middle finger next. “And you’ve got another hot guy, who you think you’re supposed to be with, who happens to be engaged to someone else.” Then she points to her ring finger. “For some reason you don’t want to be with the hot guy, who you’re actually screwing because you want to be with the other hot guy, who is screwing someone else.”
I nod. “That pretty such sums it up.”
“You are one fucked up skinny ass chick. Are you sure you don’t want your own reality show?”
“I’ll pass.”
“Pass on what?” I turn to see Evan walking up to our table.
Roxie catches my attention with a look that says Evan is hotter than she expected.
When Evan glances at Roxie, I see a look of recognition sweep over his face.
“How do you know one of the Trailer Park Trio?” Evan asks me.
“Roxie and I are in the MBA program together,” I reply.
“Nice to meet you,” Roxie says as she puts out her hand.
Evan shakes it. “I’m Evan Warner.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Roxie states as she sneaks a sideways glance my way.
Evan grins. “All good, I hope.”
“Very good,” Roxie taunts.
“So, you girls need a ride home? My chariot awaits.”
Roxie laughs. “Aren’t you a charmer? I can see why Keira likes you.”
I kick Roxie under the table and she kicks me right back. Then we both get up and I feel much weaker in the knees than I expect. Before I take a tumble, Evan grabs hold of me and steadies me.
The heat of his body against mine starts my juices flowing and when I inhale a slight whiff of his cologne, my desire continues to pique.
“Where do you live?” Evan asks Roxie.
When she gives him her address he nods. “Good, it’s on the way.”
***
Thirty minutes later we’ve dropped Roxie off at her McMansion in a nouveau riche section of town and we’re headed to Evan’s place.
“Aren’t you going to take me home?” I ask.
“You’re coming back to my place,” he states.
“Why?”
“Because you obviously need someone to take care of you. You’re falling down drunk. You probably haven’t eaten a thing all day. And I want to make sure you’re okay.”
The thought of someone wanting to take care of me makes me smile. I’ve never had anyone take care of me before except if they were being paid. My parents were too busy to give a shit about anything except maintaining their image. They wanted a daughter who was model perfect in every way, that they could show off to the world. And they hired a legion of nannies, tutors, maids, cooks and personal assistants to make sure every one of my needs was attended to so they wouldn’t have to deal with them.
Evan is right. When I try to step
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