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“Have you gone insane? This isn’t a pharmacy, you know. These are obviously illegal prescription pills and god knows what else.”
She sticks her tongue out, all the while jiggling her boobs at him again. The big orbs dance, and I wonder if they’re filled with silicone.
“You’re such a party pooper!” she squeals. “Party pooper, party pooper!”
I’m thunderstruck. This woman should be fired immediately because she’s cuckoo and clearly under the influence. Something is very wrong with Brina.
“Party pooper!” she cries again, like a wind-up doll. “Boo boo boo!”
Okay, now she’s literally babbling nonsense. It must be the drugs.
“Brina,” Elliot grinds out. “Don’t ever do this again. You know I’m seeing someone and this is not cool under any circumstances. Have you considered checking into rehab? You need professional help.”
I thought this situation was already crazy as is, but at the word “girlfriend,” my heart plummets to the floor. Elliot has a girlfriend, and she’s not me.
Then, I rally and anger starts to seep into my frame. Was he dating her when we slept together? Maybe I was a little “distraction” that got in the way. Well, little distractions become big problems when babies enter the picture.
Brina, of course, isn’t even dissuaded by that comment.
“Oh yeah? What girlfriend? I’ve never ever heard you talk about her before. Boo boo boo!”
Elliot smiles grimly.
“She’s beautiful, Brina. Young and curvy with gorgeous curly hair. Everything about her is natural, which isn’t something I can say about you,” he remarks pointedly, looking at her perfectly round breasts.
Brina isn’t dissuaded. She merely blows him another kiss and squeals, “Boo boo boo!”
“My girlfriend is sweet,” Elliot continues, his gaze taking on a faraway look. “She’s so beautiful, but with a good head on her shoulders too. She has big dreams, and I want to be the one to help her get there. Together, I know we make it work.”
My heart crashes into the floor and I let out a small sob. My hand clutches the bathroom counter so hard that my knuckles are white. He’s everything that I would want in a partner, but his heart belongs to another woman. He’s saying all the right things, but the words are meant for his girlfriend and not me. Tears stream down my face and I sink to my knees on the cold bathroom tile. What did I do to deserve this?
But then, his next words make me gasp.
“And she looks amazing wearing nothing, or wearing just a tiny, ridiculous maid’s outfit,” he rasps, looking at Brina again. “Her curves fill out the fabric, and I’ll never forget the image of when I first saw her: down on her hands and knees on the floor, her breasts almost falling out of her top with that big, heart-shaped ass in the air.”
My head jerks up, eyes wide. He’s talking about me! What are the chances that there could be two maids on their hands and knees in his house? What are the chances that he fucked two cleaning ladies, both of whom have curly hair and lush curves?
Elliot shakes his head sadly again.
“I’ll never forget,” he says in a soft voice. “She’s amazing.”
But then, Brina interrupts.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she asks, snapping out of her stupor. “The maid? Are you insane? Or did I misunderstand, and she was merely roleplaying in a maid’s uniform?”
Elliot’s blue eyes flare and he practically hisses.
“You fucking idiot. Yes, she was the maid but there’s nothing wrong with honest work. But I get it: you’ve probably never done a day’s worth of honest work in your life, so you wouldn’t know.”
Brina merely cackles and jabs a finger into Elliot’s chest. An evil look sweeps over her perfectly proportioned features, turning it into a mask of ugliness.
“I knew it. You’ve always had a thing for the help.”
What the hell does that mean? Were my suspicions correct? Has Elliot hooked up with multiple maids over the years? Holy shit!
But the man I love grows fierce.
“Where the hell is that coming from? Because I treat the people who work for me fairly? Because I try to pay them a living wage, instead of making them scrape for pennies? What the hell is wrong with you, Brina?”
She throws her head back and cackles again.
“What’s wrong with you is that you’re a liar! I’ve never seen you with a woman before. In fact, you’ve never even mentioned having a girlfriend.”
Elliot’s expression grows dangerous.
“She exists. She’s my girlfriend. We’re just … ah, having communication issues right now.”
I nearly laugh out loud. Is that what he would call it? The polite stonewall his staff formed around him? Yeah, right.
I sink back down onto the floor. It was silly of me to think, even for a second, that Elliot loves me. He’s just as cuckoo as Brina, come to think of it. He probably has slept with a bunch of maids, and I was merely the latest in that colorful parade. But his next words jolt me from my anger.
