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Authors: Jenny Gardiner
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figure out what to do with the guy. Other than the obvious, which is not an option. I think the first order of business is finding him something to wear. Can you picture me putting him in Bob’s clothes? Somehow I can’t see him donning those brightly patterned pants Daddy loves to wear. I mean they might have a certain tacky charm on my father, but how mortifying would that be for his royal highness to be tugging on a pair of seersucker pants with embroidered red lobsters all over them? I’m not sure I even want Adrian to see them they’re so far beyond what normal people in his world wear, let alone have to wear the things. I’ll keep you posted. And remember, mum’s the word. Don’t tell a soul!”
~*~
“W ell, your most princely, what say we find you some clothes to wear?”
Emma had earlier unearthed an oversized sweatshirt stuck in the back of her closet that she’d lifted from an old and mostly long-forgotten boyfriend. Great sweatshirt, not so great boyfriend. If memory served her, he was the one who ditched her because she told him that his brilliantly self-serving suggestion of a threesome with her best friend was perverted. At least the threads lasted longer than that relationship. So right now Adrian was wearing the guy’s Carolina blue Tarheels hoodie and a thousand-dollar pair of tuxedo pants, along with those spiffy shoes. Somehow the look worked, in a slumming-it sort of way.
“I’m fine with this, really,” he said.
“You won’t be for long. Before you know it you’re going to find those clothes have gotten ripe. Plus I don’t want Jeffery’s creep factor to inadvertently rub off on you.”
He turned to sniff his armpit. Typical male. Guess they weren’t that different the world over. “Smells okay to me,” he said. “And what’s this about a creep factor? Go on. This must be a good story.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “Yeah, definitely. One that’s better left untold.” She tried to divert his attention. “Besides, I can’t begin to know how to wash designer tuxedo pants. Let’s at least aim for some variety. My treat.”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to change the subject. Believe me, I will get that story out of you. Vee haf our vays,” he said. “And no, no, a thousands times, no. You are not treating me to a wardrobe. I’m paying.” He whipped out the collection of cash and cards he’d tucked away.
“In that case, maybe we can buy me a new wardrobe too. I have been known to spill my guts if the price is right,” she said, winking at him. She grabbed her keys and his hand and pulled him off the sofa. “Don’t want you to become a couch potato. Yet, anyhow. Speaking of potatoes, we need food. This will be your indoctrination into daily life for us commoners. It’ll be fun!”
~*~
“I had considered taking you to a big box store first, but I think they’re just a little too low-end from what you’re used to. There’s a cute little beach shop I think we’ll start at. Then we’ll hit a grocery store for the necessities.”
“What’s a big box store?”
“Giant warehouse retailers that sell everything from ride-on mowers to boxer briefs, and anything in between. Cradle to grave, in a depressing sort of way. For that matter they probably sell caskets, depressingly enough.”
“Gee, can’t wait to see it.”
“At least there’s a liquor store nearby too, so we can stock up while we’re out.”
“You’re planning on drunken debauchery this week?”
“Maybe not debauchery, but we are at the beach... It’s a given that you have cocktails while on vacation. Even in the off-season. Even if it’s not exactly a vacation, and more like a hideout.”
After a short drive, Emma pulled the car into a small strip mall and they got out at Where’s the Beach?, her favorite surf shop in town. Adrian looked skeptical but followed along obligingly.
Inside there were few signs of the season, with racks and racks of board shorts and displays of
~*~
“W ell, your most princely, what say we find you some clothes to wear?”
Emma had earlier unearthed an oversized sweatshirt stuck in the back of her closet that she’d lifted from an old and mostly long-forgotten boyfriend. Great sweatshirt, not so great boyfriend. If memory served her, he was the one who ditched her because she told him that his brilliantly self-serving suggestion of a threesome with her best friend was perverted. At least the threads lasted longer than that relationship. So right now Adrian was wearing the guy’s Carolina blue Tarheels hoodie and a thousand-dollar pair of tuxedo pants, along with those spiffy shoes. Somehow the look worked, in a slumming-it sort of way.
“I’m fine with this, really,” he said.
“You won’t be for long. Before you know it you’re going to find those clothes have gotten ripe. Plus I don’t want Jeffery’s creep factor to inadvertently rub off on you.”
He turned to sniff his armpit. Typical male. Guess they weren’t that different the world over. “Smells okay to me,” he said. “And what’s this about a creep factor? Go on. This must be a good story.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “Yeah, definitely. One that’s better left untold.” She tried to divert his attention. “Besides, I can’t begin to know how to wash designer tuxedo pants. Let’s at least aim for some variety. My treat.”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to change the subject. Believe me, I will get that story out of you. Vee haf our vays,” he said. “And no, no, a thousands times, no. You are not treating me to a wardrobe. I’m paying.” He whipped out the collection of cash and cards he’d tucked away.
“In that case, maybe we can buy me a new wardrobe too. I have been known to spill my guts if the price is right,” she said, winking at him. She grabbed her keys and his hand and pulled him off the sofa. “Don’t want you to become a couch potato. Yet, anyhow. Speaking of potatoes, we need food. This will be your indoctrination into daily life for us commoners. It’ll be fun!”
~*~
“I had considered taking you to a big box store first, but I think they’re just a little too low-end from what you’re used to. There’s a cute little beach shop I think we’ll start at. Then we’ll hit a grocery store for the necessities.”
“What’s a big box store?”
“Giant warehouse retailers that sell everything from ride-on mowers to boxer briefs, and anything in between. Cradle to grave, in a depressing sort of way. For that matter they probably sell caskets, depressingly enough.”
“Gee, can’t wait to see it.”
“At least there’s a liquor store nearby too, so we can stock up while we’re out.”
“You’re planning on drunken debauchery this week?”
“Maybe not debauchery, but we are at the beach... It’s a given that you have cocktails while on vacation. Even in the off-season. Even if it’s not exactly a vacation, and more like a hideout.”
After a short drive, Emma pulled the car into a small strip mall and they got out at Where’s the Beach?, her favorite surf shop in town. Adrian looked skeptical but followed along obligingly.
Inside there were few signs of the season, with racks and racks of board shorts and displays of
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