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Instead of not giving a fuck, partying all night, hanging with my friends, and finding those cute guys to make out with, I’m dressed in the tightest, cleavage-popping dress, for the little I do have, legs bare and shined. All from the back of my custom-made closet that doubles as my car trunk. In about an hour, I’ll be entertaining some rich asshole, who can’t keep his hands to himself, while his poor clueless suburban housewife believes he’s having a night out with his friends or on a business trip safely tucked away in his hotel room. Nothing worse than a delusional woman in love. Amazing what they can overlook and trick themselves into believing in the name of love or marriage.
I walk out the back door of the store, pulling down my shiny wine-colored tube dress at the hem, not too far below my ass. I smile, walking out to loud hollers and cat calls from my knucklehead coworkers. Four of them, including the head troublemaker Holden, are hanging out on the hood of their cars in the parking lot, puffing away. “Thank you, thank you.” I spin, and pat my shoulder-length curly hair.
“Got a hot date tonight, sexy?” Holden says, blowing out a plume of cigarette smoke over to the side away from me as I stand next to him, reclining on the back of his car next to mine.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” I pop the trunk of my car, throw the bag with my work clothes and shoes in, and slam it close.
“Mysterious. I like it,” Sam says, taking a puff of a clove cigarette. She thinks they’re a healthier alternative, which is another excuse for her to not feel bad for smoking.
“You look hot, Lexi,” Jasper says, leaning toward our other coworker, taking his cigarette from his fingers and taking a puff.
“You giving me the feels all the way down to the seat of my pants. Got my dick twitching.” Ken chuckles, along with the rest of them.
“This is the right dress if it can bring feeling and life to something less than above average size.” I bring my thumb and forefinger close together and squint. Everyone laughs, except for Ken, who smirks at me and blows smoke in my direction.
“I imagine you going to some seedy club, enticing men into buying you drinks and spending all their money on you for one night of your company,” Holden says.
I laugh. “Nah, just drinks with friends tonight.” He doesn’t know how close to the truth he is. Hopefully, he never will. He jumps down off his car and smashes the cigarette under his boot. He stands up straight, all six feet of his tall muscular tattooed body flexing and stretching. He is a gorgeous man. Complete opposite of his brother. I can’t believe his brother is a cop. And equally as gorgeous.
“I didn’t know your brother was a cop.” I open my car door.
“Yeah, he is.”
“I would have never guessed you were brothers. Is it like having a get-out-of-jail-free card or one of those PBA ones?”
“Not even close. When your dad and brother are as by the book as mine: if you fuck up you do the time.”
“Still it’s something to throw out there. He’s hot.” I smirk, looking over my shoulder at him. “If he hits on me, I might give him a shot.”
“That’s cold, Lexi. You just said that to my face. Sam, see how she treats us.”
“If I had balls, they would be freeze-burned,” Sam says, tapping her cigarette.
“It’s the uniform,” I say getting in my car.
“If that’s what it takes, I’ll put one of my brother’s on for you and we’ll make this happen.”
“You in a uniform is like Dracula stepping out into the sun.” I laugh, start my car, and back out. I drive off waving to them.
Officer James’s uniform was surely fitting him right in all the right places. I wonder what it would be like to date a cop. Instead of always being on the wrong side, for once you would get some respect by association. As little as it might be, it’ll be something to work with when the police are giving you shit. My phone buzzes alerting me to a message. I wait till I get to a red light before looking at it.
Shauna: u almost here? Our guys are waiting on us. I talked you up so much he’s either expecting Halle Berry or Kerry Washington to walk up to him.
Oh, Shauna. I send a text to her.
Me: You are setting them up for disappointment. I’m going to need to work twice as hard to convince them to tip big to compensate for the letdown from great expectations.
Shauna: I’ve seen you work your feminine charms. Your hands have the magic touch. You got this! Hurry up and get your ass here, happy endings don’t happen by themselves.
“They sure don’t.” I sigh, wishing I could just go home. Hang out with my brothers and put Axel to bed.
I park. Get out and give myself a little shake and a pep talk. “You’re beautiful, sensual, and resourceful.” This is not a long-term plan, it’s a temporary must until I get up to date on the mortgage payment and the other bills. “I’m going to go in there, charm the pants off this guy, and leave with my money. You got this! Let’s go get that money, sexy.”
I hold my head high and walk through those club doors with all the confidence in the world. The music hits my ears, and I look over the crowded room to the table in the back where I see Shauna sitting between two men. She’s working her irresistible charm on both of them. I’m sure she’s winding them right around her fingers.
She trails her fingers down one’s tie, leans over into his ear, and whatever she says to him makes him laugh. She laughs, too, then turns to the other guy and says something to him which also makes him laugh and has them slapping their hands together over their heads. Oh boy, that can’t be good. I high-tail it over there before I end up participating in whatever shenanigans she whispered in their ear.
I love the girl but she’s a wild one. Trouble follows her where she goes, but the thing about Shauna and trouble is somehow it doesn’t affect her, but the people surrounding her…forget Typhoid Mary, beware of Typhoid Shauna- the cute little spitfire.
