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Authors: Kelk Lindsey
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out it wasn’t just Sadie’s ex who underestimated models. Actually, I wasn’t sure if confusing someone’s sexual advances with the desire to rent a room counted as underestimating them.
‘I am very sorry.’ Sigge brushed himself down and vanished out of the bedroom. ‘I’m going to go.’
I sat on the windowsill and tried to think about what a state I looked. And what a fuck-up I’d made. And what amazing abs he had. I heard him shut the front door loudly. I was only sad I hadn’t had my head in it when it slammed. One step forward, two steps back …
CHAPTER EIGHT
‘And then he slammed the door and vanished.’ I relayed the story of Sigge the Heterosexual Stud to Angie and Erin the next morning over a lot of bacon and a very strong mimosa at Manatus. ‘Seriously, what’s wrong with me?’
‘If it helps, it’s totally only your man powers that are off.’ Erin nibbled on a piece of toast. ‘I still don’t know what happened with Sadie but I was more than happy to pick up the three thousand-dollar hotel repair bill. She even asked for your details. There was a scary rumour going around that she liked you.’
‘Say more things like that,’ I demanded. ‘Tell me how great I am.’
‘You know I think you’re great.’ Erin was good at doing as she was told outside a work situation. ‘And I know you said you needed to think about it, but I really do think you should come work for me. How does Operations Director sound? It’s a fancy title for kicking everyone else’s ass when I’m not around. And it could maybe be three days a week to start? So you can still fit in the styling gigs?’
‘Given that I still don’t have a roommate, I can’t really say no, can I?’
‘You can’t,’ she grinned. ‘Welcome to the team.’
‘Man alive, what have I done?’ I raised my mimosa in a toast.
‘Yeah, dude. Seems like a mistake,’ Angela said as she clinked my glass.
‘You two have totally taken on each other’s catchphrases, you know,’ Erin joined the toast. ‘Assimilation is complete.’
‘Maybe that’s why I couldn’t tell that Sigge was straight,’ I suggested. ‘I’ve picked up your shitty gaydar.’
‘I want to defend myself but I can’t.’ Angie held up her hands. ‘My track record is altogether too public on that one. And I haven’t helped myself here. But still, can’t you call him or something?’
‘After the guy showed up for a first date with flowers and I immediately led him into the bedroom then accused him of attacking me?’ I shook my head. ‘I feel like that’s what we call “mixed messages”.’
‘I can’t believe he brought flowers,’ Erin sighed. ‘A hot guy brings you flowers and you fuck it up. Oh, Lopez.’
‘That just made me more sure he was gay!’ I wailed, face on the table. ‘What kind of straight guy brings flowers on a first date! He hasn’t had a chance to do anything wrong.’
‘Pre-emptive posies,’ Angie said through a mouthful of bacon. ‘I feel responsible.’
‘You always feel responsible,’ I reminded her. ‘And you always should. All of my man problems are your fault.’
‘All of them?’ she gave me a questioning look.
‘Ninety-five per cent,’ I relented. ‘I’m blaming the other five per cent on booze.’
Because it wasn’t physically possible for me to get through a meal without my phone ringing, I was almost down to my last mouthful of home fries when it buzzed to life in my purse. It was a number I didn’t recognize, but I couldn’t help myself, I had to answer.
‘Just a sec,’ I said, hitting answer and excusing myself from the table.
‘So rude,’ Erin said loudly while Angie laughed. I sometimes needed to remind myself why I was friends with those two.
‘Hello?’ I turned my face up to the late summer sunshine on Bleecker Street and took a couple of steps away from the restaurant. ‘Jenny speaking.’
‘It’s Sadie,’ a voice announced. ‘I’ve been thinking.’
Hi Sadie,
‘I am very sorry.’ Sigge brushed himself down and vanished out of the bedroom. ‘I’m going to go.’
I sat on the windowsill and tried to think about what a state I looked. And what a fuck-up I’d made. And what amazing abs he had. I heard him shut the front door loudly. I was only sad I hadn’t had my head in it when it slammed. One step forward, two steps back …
CHAPTER EIGHT
‘And then he slammed the door and vanished.’ I relayed the story of Sigge the Heterosexual Stud to Angie and Erin the next morning over a lot of bacon and a very strong mimosa at Manatus. ‘Seriously, what’s wrong with me?’
‘If it helps, it’s totally only your man powers that are off.’ Erin nibbled on a piece of toast. ‘I still don’t know what happened with Sadie but I was more than happy to pick up the three thousand-dollar hotel repair bill. She even asked for your details. There was a scary rumour going around that she liked you.’
‘Say more things like that,’ I demanded. ‘Tell me how great I am.’
‘You know I think you’re great.’ Erin was good at doing as she was told outside a work situation. ‘And I know you said you needed to think about it, but I really do think you should come work for me. How does Operations Director sound? It’s a fancy title for kicking everyone else’s ass when I’m not around. And it could maybe be three days a week to start? So you can still fit in the styling gigs?’
‘Given that I still don’t have a roommate, I can’t really say no, can I?’
‘You can’t,’ she grinned. ‘Welcome to the team.’
‘Man alive, what have I done?’ I raised my mimosa in a toast.
‘Yeah, dude. Seems like a mistake,’ Angela said as she clinked my glass.
‘You two have totally taken on each other’s catchphrases, you know,’ Erin joined the toast. ‘Assimilation is complete.’
‘Maybe that’s why I couldn’t tell that Sigge was straight,’ I suggested. ‘I’ve picked up your shitty gaydar.’
‘I want to defend myself but I can’t.’ Angie held up her hands. ‘My track record is altogether too public on that one. And I haven’t helped myself here. But still, can’t you call him or something?’
‘After the guy showed up for a first date with flowers and I immediately led him into the bedroom then accused him of attacking me?’ I shook my head. ‘I feel like that’s what we call “mixed messages”.’
‘I can’t believe he brought flowers,’ Erin sighed. ‘A hot guy brings you flowers and you fuck it up. Oh, Lopez.’
‘That just made me more sure he was gay!’ I wailed, face on the table. ‘What kind of straight guy brings flowers on a first date! He hasn’t had a chance to do anything wrong.’
‘Pre-emptive posies,’ Angie said through a mouthful of bacon. ‘I feel responsible.’
‘You always feel responsible,’ I reminded her. ‘And you always should. All of my man problems are your fault.’
‘All of them?’ she gave me a questioning look.
‘Ninety-five per cent,’ I relented. ‘I’m blaming the other five per cent on booze.’
Because it wasn’t physically possible for me to get through a meal without my phone ringing, I was almost down to my last mouthful of home fries when it buzzed to life in my purse. It was a number I didn’t recognize, but I couldn’t help myself, I had to answer.
‘Just a sec,’ I said, hitting answer and excusing myself from the table.
‘So rude,’ Erin said loudly while Angie laughed. I sometimes needed to remind myself why I was friends with those two.
‘Hello?’ I turned my face up to the late summer sunshine on Bleecker Street and took a couple of steps away from the restaurant. ‘Jenny speaking.’
‘It’s Sadie,’ a voice announced. ‘I’ve been thinking.’
Hi Sadie,
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