Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
“You’ve never been married, Eros?” Coco asks, licking her shiny lips. Okay, her lipstick is nice. I'll grant her that, but I believe a matte lipstick would complement her blonde hair better.
“Not yet.”
“Oh?” The other blonde perks up. “But you’re looking to marry?”
“I can be pretty traditional.” Eros takes a sip of his whiskey. The idea of marriage always freaked me out. I told myself it was something I’d never do. Now I’m picturing myself married to Eros. That does make my stomach turn. The idea of him tying the knot with a different woman stirs my emotions.
“Traditional, you say.” Coco leans forward, giving us all a nice view of her boobs. They aren’t bad. I’m small everywhere. Coco has a bigger frame than me, but she's still thin. Those boobs can’t be real. “Like two point five kids, a dog, and a picket fence?”
I glance over at him to see if he's also admiring her boobs, but his gaze is now fixed on me. “No, I wouldn't say that,” Eros responds.
“Then what do you mean?”
“It would be a cat.” He turns his attention back to her to answer the question. “Not a dog.” The two girls return to their giggles upon hearing his response. I don’t want to come off as a total bitch, so I try to engage in conversation with them. It doesn’t go far. They always end up focusing their attention on Eros. They clearly don’t give a fuck that I’m even sitting here.
“I need to use the restroom.” I start to push back from my chair, but Eros is quicker. He stands and pulls my chair out for me.
“I’ll escort you,” he offers.
“Nonsense, Eros. Let the ladies go; we have more to talk about.”
“I wasn’t talking to you,” Eros clips out. His tone has an edge that I'm unfamiliar with.
“It’s fine.” I place my hand on his arm. “I’ll be right back.”
“Are you sure?” Eros tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.
“Yes.”
“All right, darling. Five, and I’m going to come looking for you.” That makes me smile. I lift up on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his mouth. It’s time I send a message to the table.
“Maybe give me six. These pants are leather.” I'm still annoyed by everything, but I feel compelled to assert my claim on him.
“Six it is.” I don’t glance back as I leave the table heading for the restroom. I really just need a breather before I pop off at the mouth. I felt it coming and took the high road instead of giving the blondes a piece of my mind. I should get some sort of award for keeping my comments to myself. Now they know Eros and I are together, it might shut down their flirting. I hope for their sake it does.
When I return to the table, I find that not to be the case. It actually looks as though they have ramped up their efforts. My little plan seems to have backfired on me. Anger like I’ve never felt before stirs inside of me at their blatant disrespect.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. The only thing saving their asses is that Eros isn’t paying them any mind. Seeing his reaction to them actually makes the situation comical.
“Eros has never brought a date before,” Nick says. “But you work for him too?” I don’t fully catch which one of the blondes whispers to the other while Eros responds to Nick, but I don’t miss the word prostitute.
“They are called sex workers.” Before I can stop them, the words leave my mouth. Both girls stop giggling. The table goes quiet. “Not prostitutes. Was it me you were speaking of?” I’m over the whispers.
Coco’s face starts to turn red, but the other, Aurora, narrows her eyes on me. I stare right back. "Don't you think that's a little too crude for the table? Or maybe you don’t know any better. Don’t get pissed because you’re not our cup of tea to be friends with. That’s even more clear now.” She lifts up her wine to take a sip. Does she really think it's over? That I've been properly put in my place? Because I haven’t even gotten started.
“That’s—”
I hold my hand out to tell Eros I got this. At least I hope he’s coming to my defense and not shutting this down because I’m out of line; either way, I’m going to say what I want at this point.
“Honey, you two have been at it all night with me. I know what you’re doing. You are trying to rent space in my head; rent is due upfront, and negativity doesn’t cover it.” I stand up, ready to go. “I’d rather be someone’s shot of whiskey than everyone’s cup of tea.” I pick up Eros’s whiskey from off the table and shoot it back. “Cheers to being unique.” Stick that in your pipes and smoke it, jerks.