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‘no’! You have no idea what it’s like for me!
And you know what? That’s fine! Go ahead and sleep with whoever you want! And
go to your race tonight! I hope you lose , you egotis tical prick ! Go!” I shove him to storm past, but he grabs my arm
just as I step through the threshold and spins me around
to face him. I didn’t mean what I said and was only trying to push him away,
but I glare at him anyways.
“Ivy. Don’t.” His eyes bore
into mine. I want to cry and scream and hit him. I struggle to make him let go
of me, but he doesn’t relinquish my wrists. “Ivy. Stop." I stop flailing
with a huff of annoyance. "The situation you saw was not what you think it
was. Believe me when I tell you that nothing happened. I swear." He
releases me and places his hands on my shoulders. "But, You're right. I
don’t know what it’s like for you. That doesn't mean I don't want to. I know
you’re hiding something. I want you to tell me, but only when you’re ready.”
His fingers brush my hair away from my cheek to tuck it behind my ear. His
large palm lingers with affection, and my anger begins to melt away with his
soft tone. “And don’t worry about me. I never lose.” The corner of his mouth
raises in a mocking gleam.
I relent and roll my eyes
at him. “You’re so full of yourself. Aren’t you worried, even a little bit, you
might lose five grand tonight?”
“Nope. I don’t lose.” His
hands drop away from me.
“He said before he lost,” I
quip with a grin.
“I’ll make you a deal.” I
wait for him to continue. “If I win, I want you to come stay with me for a
month.”
“What?” I freeze, standing
aghast at his statement.
He wiggles his eyebrows at
me. “Come on. You come stay with me, and I’ll help you stay clean. You can get
your life together like you talked about.”
“And what do I get if you
lose?” This better be good.
“I’ll let you drive my car
for a month,” he offers.
Oh, crap! He’s good. “How about, if you lose, I get to drive your car for
a week, and you have to stop sleeping around for a month.”
“Deal,” he says without
hesitation, reaching out to shake my hand.
“And if you win, I still
get to drink,” I propose.
“Deal!” he shouts.
I shake his outstretched
hand to bind our pact. This should be good. When I get his car for a week,
I’ll make him let me race it. He’s going to flip! I'm overcome with
giddiness. “Why would you want me to come stay with you anyways? I could stay
home, and you could still help me.”
“Because I’m not who you
think I am, and there's so much more you're capable of without it. I want a
chance to prove that to you,” he claims.
“I think I’ve got you
pinned down to a T ,” I mock in retort.
Jack hooks an arm around my
shoulders and leads me back into the living room. “You have no idea.”
Alice and Eric are lounging
on the couch together as we pass through the columns into the living room. Her legs are across his lap as he relaxes with
one arm behind her, the other on her thigh. She jumps up as she notes our
entry. “Hey! Are you coming with us tonight?” she asks with her hands clasped
together under her chin in prayer and bites her bottom lip.
I observe how nimble and
light she is on her feet, and I presume it's why she's profoundly captivating
on stage. “Uh… yeah. You can go ahead. I’ll meet you there. I’ve got to
change.” I look to Jack and nod my head to assure him I’ll be there to see him
lose. After they leave, I strip off my dress and stand with my hands on my hips,
staring at my wardrobe in my black lace underwear and bra. What can I wear
that will distract Jack? If I distract him enough, maybe he’ll slip up on the
starting line. I smile at the perfect diversion hanging in the back of my
walk-in. Perfect.
Arriving at Willow Creek, I
park next to Eric’s red Charger. It's pure muscle from the seventies and built
like him. I find Alice standing with Eric close to the starting
And you know what? That’s fine! Go ahead and sleep with whoever you want! And
go to your race tonight! I hope you lose , you egotis tical prick ! Go!” I shove him to storm past, but he grabs my arm
just as I step through the threshold and spins me around
to face him. I didn’t mean what I said and was only trying to push him away,
but I glare at him anyways.
“Ivy. Don’t.” His eyes bore
into mine. I want to cry and scream and hit him. I struggle to make him let go
of me, but he doesn’t relinquish my wrists. “Ivy. Stop." I stop flailing
with a huff of annoyance. "The situation you saw was not what you think it
was. Believe me when I tell you that nothing happened. I swear." He
releases me and places his hands on my shoulders. "But, You're right. I
don’t know what it’s like for you. That doesn't mean I don't want to. I know
you’re hiding something. I want you to tell me, but only when you’re ready.”
His fingers brush my hair away from my cheek to tuck it behind my ear. His
large palm lingers with affection, and my anger begins to melt away with his
soft tone. “And don’t worry about me. I never lose.” The corner of his mouth
raises in a mocking gleam.
I relent and roll my eyes
at him. “You’re so full of yourself. Aren’t you worried, even a little bit, you
might lose five grand tonight?”
“Nope. I don’t lose.” His
hands drop away from me.
“He said before he lost,” I
quip with a grin.
“I’ll make you a deal.” I
wait for him to continue. “If I win, I want you to come stay with me for a
month.”
“What?” I freeze, standing
aghast at his statement.
He wiggles his eyebrows at
me. “Come on. You come stay with me, and I’ll help you stay clean. You can get
your life together like you talked about.”
“And what do I get if you
lose?” This better be good.
“I’ll let you drive my car
for a month,” he offers.
Oh, crap! He’s good. “How about, if you lose, I get to drive your car for
a week, and you have to stop sleeping around for a month.”
“Deal,” he says without
hesitation, reaching out to shake my hand.
“And if you win, I still
get to drink,” I propose.
“Deal!” he shouts.
I shake his outstretched
hand to bind our pact. This should be good. When I get his car for a week,
I’ll make him let me race it. He’s going to flip! I'm overcome with
giddiness. “Why would you want me to come stay with you anyways? I could stay
home, and you could still help me.”
“Because I’m not who you
think I am, and there's so much more you're capable of without it. I want a
chance to prove that to you,” he claims.
“I think I’ve got you
pinned down to a T ,” I mock in retort.
Jack hooks an arm around my
shoulders and leads me back into the living room. “You have no idea.”
Alice and Eric are lounging
on the couch together as we pass through the columns into the living room. Her legs are across his lap as he relaxes with
one arm behind her, the other on her thigh. She jumps up as she notes our
entry. “Hey! Are you coming with us tonight?” she asks with her hands clasped
together under her chin in prayer and bites her bottom lip.
I observe how nimble and
light she is on her feet, and I presume it's why she's profoundly captivating
on stage. “Uh… yeah. You can go ahead. I’ll meet you there. I’ve got to
change.” I look to Jack and nod my head to assure him I’ll be there to see him
lose. After they leave, I strip off my dress and stand with my hands on my hips,
staring at my wardrobe in my black lace underwear and bra. What can I wear
that will distract Jack? If I distract him enough, maybe he’ll slip up on the
starting line. I smile at the perfect diversion hanging in the back of my
walk-in. Perfect.
Arriving at Willow Creek, I
park next to Eric’s red Charger. It's pure muscle from the seventies and built
like him. I find Alice standing with Eric close to the starting
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