“I ordered them last night from Barbie’s and picked them up early. After I got dressed the fuck up and made breakfast. Stop playing with me, Lex. I’m trying.”
Coughing with a smile, I desperately try to hold back my impending full-on laughing fit that’s about to take over.
“I...I know…you.” Damn, I can’t hold it back. Grabbing my stomach, I lose it, belting out in full on tummy rumbling laughter. Tears streaming down my face, I look over at Roni, and she’s pissed. Steam is about to start shooting out of her ears and nose.
Holding up my finger, I sputter out between laughter, “I’m sorry.”
Crossing her pissed off arms across her chest and leaning back she sneers at me. “Yeah, fucking hilarious, Lex, so fucking funny. Laugh it up, bitch.”
Still laughing and swiping my tears, I breathe in a few lungful’s of air to calm my overly amused outburst.
Once under control, I look into her eyes and apologize again, more sincerely this time.
“You’re forgiven, now are you going or not?”
Nodding, I take a long drink of my tea to finish it. “Yes, I would have gone without you having to put on this charade. Although I do love seeing you like that.” I gesture to her body. “And I loved these sweets. You did a great job. But, Roni, I’m your best friend and if you need me to hold your hand through a kind of first date thingy, then I’m there. I’ll always be, don’t you worry. However…”
She cuts me off. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. I have to dress up a little more than usual. I’ll let you pick out my clothes, as long as it’s not heels or a dress.”
“Deal.” I reach across the table and she shakes my hand with a smirk.
“Soooo…you wouldn’t want to invite the Suit Master on Friday would ya?”
What the...? How did she…? Oh, right. She knows all my passwords.
“Been snooping in my emails again, I see.” Teasing her, I stand and take my cup and hers over to the sink and rinse them out. Leaving them for my maid to come and wash when she drops by today. I have a maid that comes three days a week to sweep, dust, do laundry, yard work, and other household chores. Her name’s Bonnie and I’ve used her cleaning service for the past three years. The best thing about Bonnie is she’s meticulous and doesn’t use harsh smelling chemicals. I don’t want my house stinking of bleach when I come home.
“Yes, I always snoop. When you don’t tell me things, I really don’t have a choice.”
Rolling my eyes in her direction, I toss my hair over my shoulder with a huff and walk out of my kitchen to grab my purse by the stain-glassed front doors. Coming back into the kitchen, I reply. “I’m off to work. And yes, I am talking to him, and no, I will not be inviting him. The more emails I read, the less I believe he’s the real deal. Men are not that perfect.”
As I reach the back door I turn and blow her a kiss and give her a “See ya.” Then off I go down the back steps, across the small stone path to the garage. I think I’ll drive the bug today.
I own three vehicles. A Jag, to show off to clients and let’s face it, it’s a sexy car. I also have a new VW Bug; it was a Christmas present to myself. It’s a metallic toffee brown color with tan leather interior and a large moon roof. It’s superbly divine. My final vehicle is technically mine but Roni drives it. It’s a bright blue Chevy Avalanche, a company vehicle that we use for pickups and other work related duties. Since she runs the assembly and warehouse part of the company, I let her drive it. I’m not much of a truck driver myself.
Walking into my office, I pass Daniel, and today, he doesn’t offer up his sexual services. It’s a good thing, because after this morning I’m not in the mood. Dropping my purse in my desk I toss my shoes roughly under my desk and plop down in my chair, that rolls back a few inches, and I scoot myself forward using the tips of my French pedicured toes.
Turning on my computer, a knock sounds at my door and without thinking I yell, “Come in.”
The door swings inward and in walks the prettiest woman I know, my mom, and in her arms is a giant bouquet of white Calla Lilies.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Sorry to intrude, darling, but these had to be delivered, and I figured it would give me a chance to see my daughter. You’d that think since we live two houses down from one another we’d see each other more often. Apparently not, since we’re both so busy.” Her light airy voice explains, setting the massive bouquet arranged in a crystal vase on the corner of my desk. I haven’t been keeping any of the flowers. I’ve been giving them away to employees every time another bouquet ends up here at work. And the ones at home I did keep until they started to wilt.