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for tomorrow with a gorgeous billionaire, and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Is this real? I allowed myself to think. I texted him my address immediately, and made sure I included specific instructions on how to arrive, which landmarks to watch out for, alternative transport options and emergency procedures, should he get lost at any point along the way, and clear details on the colour and location of my house. When I was done, the text message was almost five hundred characters long. It was the most I'd written for what seemed like months.
Chapter 6
I couldn't sleep well, and I didn't know what to do with myself all day. I guess I was far too excited to sleep, even though I told myself repeatedly, that there was no point in getting my hopes up, either for the man, or the possibility of getting my book published by a real, legitimate, recognisable publishing house. I was very careful to drill that message repeatedly into my brain.
Sophia slept until well into the afternoon - I heard her come back in the night with Tad and someone else, and then Tad and that someone else and Sophia going at it until early in the morning. Had I been able to sleep, it might have woken me up, but because I was already awake, it didn't make much difference to my night. In fact it made it much more entertaining than it would have been otherwise. Sophia treated sex in such an open minded way, I felt like a prude for not jamming my drawers with sex toys, and staying up all night myself, in some even more debauched recreation of the last days of Rome.
The someone else I saw in the morning, while I was getting my breakfast with tired eyes, and I had to do a double take because he looked a little like Marth. It wasn't him, thank god, but he had the same haircut and sloppy way of walking. Tad left a little later, shifty-eyed and obviously tired still from his efforts. I couldn't work out which of the two I'd heard barking at five o'clock in the morning like a whelped dog, but Tad certainly acted like he might have been embarrassed at letting himself go a little bit more than usual.
Sophia emerged from her bedroom a little later on, smiling mischievously, like a little cherub.
'I've got a date', I said, excitedly.
'No way', Sophia said.
She picked up a packet of cereal, brought it to the couch and began picking at the contents inside.
'Eight o'clock tonight, he's going to pick me up. I couldn't sleep', I said.
'I bet', Sophia said.
'What did you get up to last night?' I said, trying to divert the attention away from me, so I'd stop obsessing nervously about the date later on.
'Tad and I picked up a drifter', Sophia said, without any idea how weird that sentence was.
'A drifter?' I said. 'Sophia, are you kidding me?'
'Yeah well he wasn't a real drifter, not like a professional drifter or a bum or anything, but he was sort of drifting a little bit when we met him. I don't think he has much of a home.'
'And you brought him back here?' I said.
'Yeah', Sophia said with a smile.
'Eeoouuww', I said.
'He showered first', Sophia said, as if that made a difference.
'Have you got no morals?' I asked.
'I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. He was hot. It was Tad's idea really anyway.'
'Tad's idea?'
'Yeah. Anyway. I'm excited for you! Where is he taking you?' Sophia said.
'I don't know. We're going for dinner. I have to wear something smart. Classy', I said.
'Have you got anything smart and classy?' Sophia said. 'You don't really do smart and classy.'
'I've got smart and classy', I protested.
'You mean you've got dresses?' Sophia said, confused.
'Yes.'
'I've never seen you wear a dress in my life, unless we're at work and they've provided it for you.'
'I love dressing up', I said. 'I don't do it much, but I still love it.'
'Cool', Sophia said. 'Have you decided what to wear then?'
'Yes, sort of. I was planning to ask you actually. Would you be able to help me?' I said.
'Sure!' Sophia said.
Sophia
Chapter 6
I couldn't sleep well, and I didn't know what to do with myself all day. I guess I was far too excited to sleep, even though I told myself repeatedly, that there was no point in getting my hopes up, either for the man, or the possibility of getting my book published by a real, legitimate, recognisable publishing house. I was very careful to drill that message repeatedly into my brain.
Sophia slept until well into the afternoon - I heard her come back in the night with Tad and someone else, and then Tad and that someone else and Sophia going at it until early in the morning. Had I been able to sleep, it might have woken me up, but because I was already awake, it didn't make much difference to my night. In fact it made it much more entertaining than it would have been otherwise. Sophia treated sex in such an open minded way, I felt like a prude for not jamming my drawers with sex toys, and staying up all night myself, in some even more debauched recreation of the last days of Rome.
The someone else I saw in the morning, while I was getting my breakfast with tired eyes, and I had to do a double take because he looked a little like Marth. It wasn't him, thank god, but he had the same haircut and sloppy way of walking. Tad left a little later, shifty-eyed and obviously tired still from his efforts. I couldn't work out which of the two I'd heard barking at five o'clock in the morning like a whelped dog, but Tad certainly acted like he might have been embarrassed at letting himself go a little bit more than usual.
Sophia emerged from her bedroom a little later on, smiling mischievously, like a little cherub.
'I've got a date', I said, excitedly.
'No way', Sophia said.
She picked up a packet of cereal, brought it to the couch and began picking at the contents inside.
'Eight o'clock tonight, he's going to pick me up. I couldn't sleep', I said.
'I bet', Sophia said.
'What did you get up to last night?' I said, trying to divert the attention away from me, so I'd stop obsessing nervously about the date later on.
'Tad and I picked up a drifter', Sophia said, without any idea how weird that sentence was.
'A drifter?' I said. 'Sophia, are you kidding me?'
'Yeah well he wasn't a real drifter, not like a professional drifter or a bum or anything, but he was sort of drifting a little bit when we met him. I don't think he has much of a home.'
'And you brought him back here?' I said.
'Yeah', Sophia said with a smile.
'Eeoouuww', I said.
'He showered first', Sophia said, as if that made a difference.
'Have you got no morals?' I asked.
'I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. He was hot. It was Tad's idea really anyway.'
'Tad's idea?'
'Yeah. Anyway. I'm excited for you! Where is he taking you?' Sophia said.
'I don't know. We're going for dinner. I have to wear something smart. Classy', I said.
'Have you got anything smart and classy?' Sophia said. 'You don't really do smart and classy.'
'I've got smart and classy', I protested.
'You mean you've got dresses?' Sophia said, confused.
'Yes.'
'I've never seen you wear a dress in my life, unless we're at work and they've provided it for you.'
'I love dressing up', I said. 'I don't do it much, but I still love it.'
'Cool', Sophia said. 'Have you decided what to wear then?'
'Yes, sort of. I was planning to ask you actually. Would you be able to help me?' I said.
'Sure!' Sophia said.
Sophia
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