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I can picture the blush that will flourish her cheeks at my words. I’ve known Meghan for longer than I haven’t, and with that comes the power of knowing exactly what makes my best friend blush.
She’s thoroughly in love with her husband, and unfortunately for me, I’ve walked in on them a few times in some very compromising positions. So now I make it my mission, whenever she calls or I see her, to remind her of this. I’m just doing my duty as her best friend, really.
“Alex,” she whines. “I called to see what you were up to, but I’m not going to talk to you if you’re going to be like that.”
I laugh, knowing she’s all talk and no action. “I can’t help it.” I shrug, even though she can’t see me. “I’m just about to get in the shower. I’ve got an hour until I’m going out with Savannah and Ben.”
Savannah and I met in the elevator when I moved into the building. She’s a people person and when she saw me hauling boxes, she offered to help. It turned out that she lives on the same floor as me with her brother’s best friend. She doesn’t like to talk about the events that led to her moving in with him, but in short; she broke up with her boyfriend and had nowhere else to go.
“Urgh, I wish I could come. Being pregnant sucks balls.” The muffled sound of who I assume is Cooper draws Meghan’s attention away from me before she continues, “Okay, I take it back.” There’s a pause. I assume he’s left the room and then she whispers into the phone, “I don’t really, Cooper said… it doesn’t matter. It really sucks. I can’t do anything fun.”
“You never enjoyed coming out when you weren’t pregnant.” I laugh, reminding her of the fact that she’s more of a homebody, anyway. “You’re only saying that because you’re about to pop and you’re uncomfortable.”
“That’s true. And I guess I get a beautiful baby out of all of this at the end.” She sighs dreamily. “So, tell me where you’re going tonight. I need to live vicariously through you.”
“I think we’re going to start at Siren...and avoid Passion at all costs,” I grumble.
Sirenopened about six months ago and has old-school jams night every other Friday. Savannah and I have been a handful of times and it's always ended up being a good night out.
When Meghan lets out a breathy laugh, I don’t think it’s in response to what I’ve said, but when she moans, I know it’s time for me to go. I swear, sometimes they do things like this just to rub their relationship in my face.
Even though I know she’s not paying attention to me anymore, I say, “Okay… I’m going to go.” Then I disconnect the call before I get drawn into some weird threesome over the phone with my best friend and her husband.
As I walk back to my bedroom, I undress from my work clothes, then wrap myself in my favorite white fluffy robe. With my work clothes in the laundry basket, I step into the closet and start combing through my dresses for an outfit for tonight.
My hand lands on a fitted white cut out dress that I know looks good with my golden skin tone, and, as I pull it from the rail, I know it’s the perfect dress for tonight. I’ll wear it with a pair of five-inch strappy gold heels that wrap around my calves and a gold clutch. Given the chill that seems to have creeped in as we get closer to October, I’ll throw on my favorite white faux fur coat to finish the look.
I’ve only worn this dress once, but it makes my figure look like an hourglass and shows off my best assets. The dress comes to mid-thigh and has cut outs on either side of my waist, showing a very generous amount of cleavage through a lace up cut out that ends just under my breasts.
Leaving everything on my bed, I tie my caramel highlighted, chest length, chestnut brown hair into a messy bun as I walk to the bathroom. With my thick and smooth hair, I only need to wash it once a week and thankfully today isn’t the day because it takes hours, which I don’t have. With the shower running, I take off my make-up at the sink, before holding my hand under the stream of water in the shower to test the temperature.
With it just right, I move under the flow of water and scrub my body twice with my favorite peach scented body wash, the whole time hyping myself up for tonight. My plan consists of getting drunk, getting laid, and having as many o’s as humanly possible. It’s been… I don’t even know how long since I last had sex. Even though I’ve dated, nothing has been serious because I’ve been too hung up on the man I’ve vowed to forget about.
Which I’m failing at miserably.
Once I’ve dried myself with a fluffy towel, I hang it on the heated towel rail. Naked, I stand in front of the mirror as I apply my makeup.
Tonight calls for me to whip out the skills I picked up during my brief stint in beauty school when I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with myself. I’ve always liked makeup so it made sense to go to cosmetology school, but I quickly learned that what I like to do for fun soon loses its enjoyment when you're doing it for a living.
For my eyes, I’m going to do a siren eye. It’s only fitting after all, considering where we’re going. Plus, it emphasizes my dark brown eyes, making me look like a temptress.
Checking that my body is dry—a single drip of water can give me the frizziest hair—I shake out my hair before moving into my bedroom to get dressed. My eyes go to the clock that sits on my bedside table, and I release a calming breath as I realize that Savannah will be here in about half an hour. I’ve got more than enough time to get dressed and make myself a strong drink. Emphasis on the strong.
Savannah doesn’t know about me and Sebastian—and given that it’s never happening again, I’d like to keep it that way. Should we end up at Passion, my plan is to be so drunk I either get turned away at the door or I just dance and completely ignore what we’ve done in his office.
I pull on my dress and sit on the couch as I strap on my shoes. With one last look in the mirror, I move to the kitchen and pour myself a two-finger serving of tequila. There’s a knock at my door as I’m putting the bottle back in the cupboard. I hesitate for all of two seconds. Throwing back my shot, I leave the glass on the counter and walk to the door to answer it.
Savannah, the southern belle who loves her mama and papa but will go toe to toe with a grown man if needed, comes barreling through the door as soon as I open it. I’ve literally seen her try to fight a guy twice her size, both in height and width, all because he offended one of her friends.
I think she can be quite disarming, because she’s absolutely gorgeous with a faint southern twang, but can bring a person to their knees. She has striking dark blue eyes with gold specks around her irises, and dark gingerbread blonde hair that falls past her shoulders in bouncy curls.
Tonight, she’s rocking a smokey eye which makes her blue eyes pop and a nude lip so as not to have too much going on. She’s dressed in a backless, long sleeved, bright blue mini dress and white platform heels.
She looks… hot—like if I was into women, I’d totally fuck her. Her six-inch heels only bring her up to my chin—sometimes I forget just how tiny she is.
Pulling me into her embrace, before leaning back to look me over, Savannah coos, “Hey darlin’, you look gorgeous.”
“Hey, thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” I wink. “I’ve got tequila in the kitchen; help yourself. I’m just going to grab my clutch and then I’m good to go.”
