want a crack at that douche canoe first!” Tessa shrieked. That girl’s voice needed to go down a few octaves. It was always so high pitched, whether she was excited or pissed. In this case, it was the latter.
Chapter Eleven
Emmalynne
“I want to know what happened last night with Mr. Hottie McHottness?” Toby asked while putting his elbows on the counter and cradling his chin in his hands.
Ignoring him, I measured out the nutmeg and cinnamon for my pie.
“Uh uh little missy. SPILL YOUR GUTS!” he shrieked.
“Okay okay. Sheesh, what is with all the shriekage today?!? Could you tone it down a notch or twelve” I said while rolling my eyes. And spilled my guts I did. I told them about how I told Grady all about my sex life, or lack thereof. And then I explained to them how I put myself out there and tried to kiss him and had failed miserably.
“So I don’t know why he asked me on a date or even why this date is still on. He obviously doesn’t like me,” I stated.
“Are you kidding me!” Tessa, shrieked yet again. “That man jumped over the counter of the bar and, shoved through numerous people, just to pull that jack nugget off of you, and you think he doesn’t like you?! Gosh, Emmalynne, would you wake the hell up!! You are a beautiful woman, not only inside, but on the outside as well. You are as sweet as can be but apparently extremely obtuse! Of course he likes you, you dummy!” she added.
“Tessa is right, dear. Do you think he would’ve done that for just anyone? Well, maybe he would have, after all he used to be in the Special Forces so I’d think he’d help out an innocent bystander. But darling, you didn’t see the murderous look on his face one minute and then, when he looked at you, it turned gentle and caring in an instant. That boy likes you. Embrace it. You need to keep an open mind tonight, think positive, and I will make you look fabulous!” Toby explained with all sincerity.
“That doesn’t explain why he blew me off when I tried to kiss him!” I was beginning to get misty-eyed. I really wished I had Toby or Tessa’s confidence sometimes.
“Did you ever think that he didn’t want to kiss you because you were drunk? He’s a nice guy and I’m sure he didn’t want you to think he was trying to take advantage of you.” Tessa replied.
“Perhaps you’re right,” I said on a sigh. Putting the finishing touches on the top crust of the pie, I placed it in the oven and set the timer.
“I’m going to raid your closet now while Tessa starts styling your hair. Don’t you worry about a thing, we will have you all gussied up for your date in no time,” Toby muttered as he bounced into my room.
Toby was in his element. He was the go to person for all things fashion. Even though he dressed rather…unique, he could put together a rockin’ outfit on the fly. And by unique, I mean just that. Today he was dressed in electric blue skinny jeans, a black sequined shirt, silver belt, and had topped it all off with black leather studded boots. It was not something I would’ve ever chosen for myself, but on him it worked.
After having to take a quick break to take the pie out of the oven, and setting it on the counter to cool, they fussed over my outfit, hair, and makeup until I was finally done.
We fought about me wearing my contacts tonight and I drew the line there. Normally I would’ve let them have their way, but I needed some semblance of comfort tonight. And my glasses were the ticket.
They walked me in front of my full length mirror to show me the final result. I was dressed in a pair of nice, dark washed slimming jeans, a pale yellow camisole, and a gray, short-sleeved cardigan. My shoes were pale yellow ballet flats, and of course I had my mother’s necklace on. My hair had a little more volume to it, due to the mousse Tessa put in it, and my eyes were smoky with a thick coat of mascara. I had never seen my eyes stand out more.
To say I was
Chapter Eleven
Emmalynne
“I want to know what happened last night with Mr. Hottie McHottness?” Toby asked while putting his elbows on the counter and cradling his chin in his hands.
Ignoring him, I measured out the nutmeg and cinnamon for my pie.
“Uh uh little missy. SPILL YOUR GUTS!” he shrieked.
“Okay okay. Sheesh, what is with all the shriekage today?!? Could you tone it down a notch or twelve” I said while rolling my eyes. And spilled my guts I did. I told them about how I told Grady all about my sex life, or lack thereof. And then I explained to them how I put myself out there and tried to kiss him and had failed miserably.
“So I don’t know why he asked me on a date or even why this date is still on. He obviously doesn’t like me,” I stated.
“Are you kidding me!” Tessa, shrieked yet again. “That man jumped over the counter of the bar and, shoved through numerous people, just to pull that jack nugget off of you, and you think he doesn’t like you?! Gosh, Emmalynne, would you wake the hell up!! You are a beautiful woman, not only inside, but on the outside as well. You are as sweet as can be but apparently extremely obtuse! Of course he likes you, you dummy!” she added.
“Tessa is right, dear. Do you think he would’ve done that for just anyone? Well, maybe he would have, after all he used to be in the Special Forces so I’d think he’d help out an innocent bystander. But darling, you didn’t see the murderous look on his face one minute and then, when he looked at you, it turned gentle and caring in an instant. That boy likes you. Embrace it. You need to keep an open mind tonight, think positive, and I will make you look fabulous!” Toby explained with all sincerity.
“That doesn’t explain why he blew me off when I tried to kiss him!” I was beginning to get misty-eyed. I really wished I had Toby or Tessa’s confidence sometimes.
“Did you ever think that he didn’t want to kiss you because you were drunk? He’s a nice guy and I’m sure he didn’t want you to think he was trying to take advantage of you.” Tessa replied.
“Perhaps you’re right,” I said on a sigh. Putting the finishing touches on the top crust of the pie, I placed it in the oven and set the timer.
“I’m going to raid your closet now while Tessa starts styling your hair. Don’t you worry about a thing, we will have you all gussied up for your date in no time,” Toby muttered as he bounced into my room.
Toby was in his element. He was the go to person for all things fashion. Even though he dressed rather…unique, he could put together a rockin’ outfit on the fly. And by unique, I mean just that. Today he was dressed in electric blue skinny jeans, a black sequined shirt, silver belt, and had topped it all off with black leather studded boots. It was not something I would’ve ever chosen for myself, but on him it worked.
After having to take a quick break to take the pie out of the oven, and setting it on the counter to cool, they fussed over my outfit, hair, and makeup until I was finally done.
We fought about me wearing my contacts tonight and I drew the line there. Normally I would’ve let them have their way, but I needed some semblance of comfort tonight. And my glasses were the ticket.
They walked me in front of my full length mirror to show me the final result. I was dressed in a pair of nice, dark washed slimming jeans, a pale yellow camisole, and a gray, short-sleeved cardigan. My shoes were pale yellow ballet flats, and of course I had my mother’s necklace on. My hair had a little more volume to it, due to the mousse Tessa put in it, and my eyes were smoky with a thick coat of mascara. I had never seen my eyes stand out more.
To say I was
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