have a leopard print on it. I grimaced.
“Sure, go ahead. Put it on.” She was challenging me. She knew I wouldn’t wear leopard print.
“You mean you are going to let me choose? I’m thrilled.” I picked up a hairbrush from her dresser. “I’d like to thank my friend, Lacey Letterman, for allowing me to choose my own outfit for my own date. The amount of trust she’s put into me is beyond words.” I wiped an imaginary tear away from my eye. “Lacey, how can I ever repay you for your trust. You’ve been an inspiration.”
She smirked but shook her head. “Oh, I haven’t given up this challenge. Don’t think you’ve won this yet.” She closed her eyes and placed her fingers on her temple. “I’m receiving inspiration, something is coming to me, hummmmmmm, yes, yes, I can see it. It’s red. No, wait, it’s blue. The image is coming clearer.”
I threw a pillow at her that hit her on the leg. She opened one eye, grinned, and kicked it back at me. We both fell onto the bed laughing.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’ll check out the racks at work tomorrow. We had new stock in last week, I’m sure there will be something suitable. What time is he picking you up? I’ll make sure I bring an outfit before he arrives.”
“Nothing too short. Or plunging.”
“As if I’d even try.”
We looked up a t her ceiling. Unlike mine, hers was smooth and painted white. No stars or planets. I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep if I looked up at nothing.
“How’s the Andy thing going?” I asked.
She rolled onto her side, pushing some clothes out of the way so she could lean on her elbow. “Not happening. I’m moving on. I don’t understand, he’s so timid. I invited him over for dinner last night.”
“And?”
“And he ate dinner. Thanked me for my wonderful cooking skills and that was it. I do not want to be thought of as someone who can cook a nice meal. I have far greater talents than that.”
“Not even a kiss on the cheek this time? Ouch.”
“Oh we kissed, I made sure he wasn’t going to get outside without sticking his tongue down my throat. But he didn’t make the move, I did. Who wants that?” She chewed the side of her cheek.
“Obviously not you.”
“I want someone who’ll take me and press me against the wall as he kisses me, making my knees go weak. I want someone that sends sparks of electricity over my skin with his touch. I want the fireworks. Why can’t I have the fireworks?”
“Maybe you should date a pyrotechnician?”
“I would if I could find a hot one. Is that like, a full time job?” She grinned and sat up on the bed. “Have you eaten?”
“I haven’t. The burger joint?”
“Where else?”
The burger joint, as we called it, was actually called Richard’s Grill. Although nobody named Richard worked there or owned it. Why it was called that, we had no idea, but that didn’t stop us coming here. They had the best steak sandwiches this side of forever. I bit into mine, letting the barbecue sauce drip down my arm.
“I’m proud of you,” said Lacey. She was staring at me with her head tipped to one side. “I think it’s great you are going on a real date with him.”
“It’s not his fault I freak out. And he’s been sweet, even when I didn’t call him back right away, he didn’t say anything about it, just wanted to know if I was okay.”
“Why would he? Some guys are decent you know.”
“Sure they are. I know that. But he’s in showbiz, with probably hundreds of women throwing themselves at him after every show, he doesn’t need me.”
“But he wants you.”
“Do you think he can be trusted?”
She shrugged. “How do I know? But he hasn’t done anything so far for you to believe that he’d be a jerk. He’s been honest, and super nice. You’ll regret it if you don’t find out.”
“I know. That’s why I agreed.” I frowned. “It’s time I got my act together.”
“Just don’t make it bigger than it needs to
“Sure, go ahead. Put it on.” She was challenging me. She knew I wouldn’t wear leopard print.
“You mean you are going to let me choose? I’m thrilled.” I picked up a hairbrush from her dresser. “I’d like to thank my friend, Lacey Letterman, for allowing me to choose my own outfit for my own date. The amount of trust she’s put into me is beyond words.” I wiped an imaginary tear away from my eye. “Lacey, how can I ever repay you for your trust. You’ve been an inspiration.”
She smirked but shook her head. “Oh, I haven’t given up this challenge. Don’t think you’ve won this yet.” She closed her eyes and placed her fingers on her temple. “I’m receiving inspiration, something is coming to me, hummmmmmm, yes, yes, I can see it. It’s red. No, wait, it’s blue. The image is coming clearer.”
I threw a pillow at her that hit her on the leg. She opened one eye, grinned, and kicked it back at me. We both fell onto the bed laughing.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’ll check out the racks at work tomorrow. We had new stock in last week, I’m sure there will be something suitable. What time is he picking you up? I’ll make sure I bring an outfit before he arrives.”
“Nothing too short. Or plunging.”
“As if I’d even try.”
We looked up a t her ceiling. Unlike mine, hers was smooth and painted white. No stars or planets. I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep if I looked up at nothing.
“How’s the Andy thing going?” I asked.
She rolled onto her side, pushing some clothes out of the way so she could lean on her elbow. “Not happening. I’m moving on. I don’t understand, he’s so timid. I invited him over for dinner last night.”
“And?”
“And he ate dinner. Thanked me for my wonderful cooking skills and that was it. I do not want to be thought of as someone who can cook a nice meal. I have far greater talents than that.”
“Not even a kiss on the cheek this time? Ouch.”
“Oh we kissed, I made sure he wasn’t going to get outside without sticking his tongue down my throat. But he didn’t make the move, I did. Who wants that?” She chewed the side of her cheek.
“Obviously not you.”
“I want someone who’ll take me and press me against the wall as he kisses me, making my knees go weak. I want someone that sends sparks of electricity over my skin with his touch. I want the fireworks. Why can’t I have the fireworks?”
“Maybe you should date a pyrotechnician?”
“I would if I could find a hot one. Is that like, a full time job?” She grinned and sat up on the bed. “Have you eaten?”
“I haven’t. The burger joint?”
“Where else?”
The burger joint, as we called it, was actually called Richard’s Grill. Although nobody named Richard worked there or owned it. Why it was called that, we had no idea, but that didn’t stop us coming here. They had the best steak sandwiches this side of forever. I bit into mine, letting the barbecue sauce drip down my arm.
“I’m proud of you,” said Lacey. She was staring at me with her head tipped to one side. “I think it’s great you are going on a real date with him.”
“It’s not his fault I freak out. And he’s been sweet, even when I didn’t call him back right away, he didn’t say anything about it, just wanted to know if I was okay.”
“Why would he? Some guys are decent you know.”
“Sure they are. I know that. But he’s in showbiz, with probably hundreds of women throwing themselves at him after every show, he doesn’t need me.”
“But he wants you.”
“Do you think he can be trusted?”
She shrugged. “How do I know? But he hasn’t done anything so far for you to believe that he’d be a jerk. He’s been honest, and super nice. You’ll regret it if you don’t find out.”
“I know. That’s why I agreed.” I frowned. “It’s time I got my act together.”
“Just don’t make it bigger than it needs to
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