Page 14 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“Right?”

“Those two would make beautiful babies,” I muse.

“Agreed. But Natasha’s married, and she already has a baby, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s married to that hot NFL player…”

“Carter Williams.”

“Lucky bitch.”

We both sigh at the same time.

“So, what about you? You seeing anyone?”

“Nah.” I shake my head. “I’ve been busy a lot as of late, and after the disaster that was Michael, I decided to give dating a break.”

“Wasn’t that about two years ago? And I guess you are super picky.”

“I am not picky!” I squawk, affronted. “I work in the clothing industry. Most of the men I work with are gay.”

“I work in this industry, too, and I managed to meet someone.”

“An actor. I don’t want to date an actor.”

“Says Miss Not Picky. And what’s wrong with actors?” She flicks me a look.

Oops.

“Nothing. I just want to date a blue-collar guy.”

Honestly, I think it would be hard to date an actor, having to watch them get it on with other women on the big screen. Also, there’s a high probability that said actor would screw his costar and dump me. Plus, actors are high-maintenance. I might drool over hot actors—aka Vaughn West, Chris and Liam Hemsworth…God, two brothers. Anyway, I wouldn’t say no to a roll in the sack with any of them—and, yes, I know dreams don’t come true. But, in reality and for the long-term, I want a nice, normal blue-collar guy who works with his hands all day long and then comes home and ravages me with those rough, callous, hard-working hands.

“Wasn’t Michael a drug dealer?” Ava pipes up.

“Yes, he was a drug dealer, but I didn’t know that when I met him.” I frown. “He told me he worked construction. I dumped him as soon as I found out his real profession.”

Of course, dumbass that I am, it took me six months to figure it out. But it’s not like I could have had anything serious with Michael—or with anyone back then. And, still, not now—well, for a short time longer, that is.

“And, well, I can’t be that picky, considering I went out with Michael,” I add.

“Yeah, he was a dick. But a good-looking dick.” She grins.

She’s right. He was gorgeous.

“He had a good-looking dick, too…very big.” I size out with my hands. “That’s the only thing I miss about him.”

We both giggle.

Ava pulls off the highway, heading onto Sunset Boulevard. I watch out the window, taking in the sights.

“So, who else is on the team?” I ask her.

“It’s just me, you, and Logan.”

“Logan?”

“Logan Cheung.”