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Conversation started up at the bar and Everly and I joined in. The two men and one woman were associates at Sutherland, Sutherland, and Marks and would be Everly’s co-workers. The two men shot back four glasses of scotch during the twenty minutes we conversed.
Most of the stuff they talked about I didn’t understand. Politics and legal cases just weren’t my thing, but need a question answered on profit margins for dildos and male masturbators, I was your man.
“Max, what do you do?”
I tensed. I was hoping I could get away without having to discuss my business. At parties like these, I ended up being the monkey that danced around for everyone’s entertainment.
“I’m Vice President of White Lace Productions.”
The two men smiled and nodded, but as the seconds passed the smiles faded and realization washed over their face.
“The porn company?”
I nodded.
“You don’t look like what I imagine the vice president of a porn company would look like,” the woman said.
She eyed me up and down, her gaze all of a sudden appreciation rather than scrutiny.
“What exactly do you think—”
“Maybe you should tell me what sort of things I can expect to be doing as an articling student?” Everly jumped in to save me from getting nasty.
“Wait a minute. Levin.” Douche number two wagged his finger in recognition. “Your father owns the company. Wasn’t your mother a porn star?”
Everly squeezed my hand. “Yes, she was. Lana Lane. And she was lovely.” I looked at her and smiled.
But the two men laughed. One of them mumbled, “Lovely cock rider.”
The woman leaned forward, placing her hand on my forearm. “You must have had an interesting childhood.”
“I bet your father fucks all his employees, doesn’t he?” Douche number two opened his pie-hole again.
Everly gasped.
“Someone has to test run the merchandise,” the first douche responded. “Isn’t that right?”
“I bet you saw your mother naked a lot.” The woman continued to psychoanalyze me. “I bet she was highly inappropriate.”
Trashing my father I could handle. Being a man in this business, you were automatically labeled a pimp, or man whore. My father and I could take the name calling, but they had just brought my mother into the equation, and that I wouldn’t stand for.
“That’s really none of your business,” Everly responded for me. “I didn’t bring Max here to be grilled by an ignorant—”
“Everly.” I placed my hand on her shoulder. “I’d like to answer that question.”
I turned to the two douches and the bitch who eyed me like I was traumatized with haunting memories of my childhood.
“My mother was a fucking saint and I wouldn’t trade my childhood for anything.”
Ellie was my only weakness. The only topic that spun my rage from manageable to Hulk proportions. Until a couple of weeks ago.
I didn’t think I’d ever let anyone far enough into my life to make a difference, but somehow Everly had slipped past my defenses when I wasn’t looking. The longer I let her linger around the fortress of my heart, the more time she had to figure a way inside.
“My mother was on the parent council, she made my lunch, dropped me off at school every morning, and picked me up every afternoon. She soothed my nightmares…and she also bought me my first box of condoms and taught me more about female anatomy than I care to admit.”
I had a great childhood, albeit untraditional. I was loved. I was accepted. I was told every day that I was worth something.
Since my mother had died, I’d lost sight of that. Then the woman standing next to me, the woman with her arm securely around mine, showed up and turned my life upside down. More importantly, made me remember exactly who I was.
