Lex(8)
Sliding my heels on and snatching my purse from inside one of my desk drawers. I head out. I’m looking forward to catching some much needed shuteye.
Chapter Four
Beep, Beep, Beep.
Oh, come on! I don’t want to get up; I’m exhausted.
This entire week I’ve stayed at work until nine. Daniel even stayed late on Wednesday to help me come for the second time that day. I’ve been overwhelmed with work and let’s face it, we all know orgasms relax you.
Thursday I received an email back from Corey, and we are planning on meeting for lunch today. Not in Heartfair though. I don’t want the gossip spreading that I officially have a beau. When I say, we have a small town and people talk. They do. I’m sure Dolly would be calling me within the hour to ask a flurry of questions. And I have to tell my mom before I leave. My mom is rarely home so I will be going to her store today.
My mom, Faith, is a hardworking woman, has been since I can remember. Probably where I get my strong work ethic from, because let’s face it; it’s not from my dad, whom I haven’t seen or heard of in over twelve years. I’ll tell you more about that later. Anyhow, downtown here in Heartfair, my mother owns and runs a flower shop. She bought it when we moved here twelve years ago and it’s very popular, because of her ability to create one of a kind arrangements. Now, going with the strange theme of this town, can you guess what her shop is called? Faith’s Flower Shoppe. It’s a Heartfair thing. I find it charming. I’m sure many others find us kooky. But I must say, anything is better than where I lived before moving to Heartfair.
Reaching over to my nightstand, I steal my cell phone and pull it to my face. My eyes are so tired I can’t see straight. Blinking a few times, I’m finally able to focus and I shut down its incessant beeping. I know it’s Saturday and that it’s seven a.m. I always get up at six on the weekdays and seven on the weekends. It’s routine, and I do it so I can wake up and do yoga. I rarely sway from my routine.
Gruffly rolling out of my queen sized pillow top, I fold the ivory duvet back into place. And precisely position each of my eight pillows where they belong.
Weekend routine commencing - bed done.
Next - disrobe, use the potty, brush my teeth and hair, redress, then, on to yoga. Which is down the hall. It has pale green walls, an oversized yoga mat, a large three foot bronze Buddha in the corner that weights a ton. Not literally, but he’s over three hundred pounds. I had three men lugging that giant thing up my stairs a few months back. The room is even complete with its own Zen altar, which is a brown table set with aromatherapy candles, a small bonsai tree and a Zen sand garden. Along one whole wall is bamboo that nearly reaches the ceiling and in the middle of the bamboo wall is a large hexagon stone fountain. Serene is the one word that comes to mind when I think of that room. It’s amazing and worth every penny.
Raising my arms in the air, I lift off my delicate pink satin gown over my head and gently fold it. Placing it on top of my dark brown eight-drawer dresser, which matches my sleigh bed and curved nightstands down to a T. My floor is the same wood I have throughout my house, smooth and flawless. Linens of gold and ivory decorate my bed, along with gold sconces on my plaster ivory walls and a golden crystal chandelier hanging from my inlayed-coffered ceiling. The large area rug adds a sense of warmth with its gold, ivory and red hues. I have an entire wall of windows hung with heavy dark brown swags. I love my bedroom. It gives off a sense of comfort and sophistication, which is exactly what I look for in a bedroom.
Entering the en suite bathroom, I’m startled when I hear Roni yelling. “Lex! Lex! Are you awake?”
What kind of alternate reality did I wake up in? I’m the one who doesn’t want to get up because I’m tired and Roni is awake at seven. It’s a miracle and something’s utterly wrong with this picture.
“Lex!” she yells again, I can hear her voice coming closer so she must have already made her way up the stairs.
“I’m naked, Veronica. What do you want? And more importantly, you do realize it’s the weekend and that it’s seven in the morning.” I call back to her, standing in the doorway between my bed and bath.
My bedroom door flies open and standing there is a rather angry Roni, wearing smiley face pj bottoms and an uglier than sin green camouflage t-shirt. All the short auburn hair atop her head is a disaster. Roni is a pretty girl, a few inches shorter than I am, body curvier and slightly fuller than mine. She has large purplish blue eyes, and petite lips to go with her perfect nose. Except she hides all of that hot body and beauty under a mountain of clothes too big, no makeup, and on an occasion, she actually styles her hair. Roni reminds me a lot of Hayden Penettiere when she had short hair, except Roni’s has freckles and dark red hair. Which is all-natural. I couldn’t get her to dye it to save her life.