“How much do you want to wager?”
She thought about what she wanted and then smiled.
“If I win, you have to escort me to every chick flick that I want to see for a year.”
“What? One year?”
Cory came up next to him.
“Wow, a whole year? She sounds very confident, Marc. I wouldn’t accept that bet.”
“Nah, I think she’s bluffing. Okay, let’s minimize that to three chick flicks of your choice. And if I win, you have to do three things that I love to do.”
“Which is?”
Marc smiled that devilish smile I would see Mason do when he was being sexual with me.
I shook my head.
“Uh, Marie. From that look, which by the way I’ve seen before, you could probably use your imagination and figure out the three things he likes to do.”
I laughed, as Marc raised and lowered his eyebrows conspiratorially.
“So what do you say? We have a deal?”
Marie smiled and took her husband’s hand.
“Deal.”
He stood and tapped Cory.
“Cory and I are going to round up my brother and play some pool or go watch naked women run around on the beach. We’ll see you lovely ladies later.”
We got AB to bring in another table from his and Kat’s room, and Marie and Diane set the table. I placed the food nicely on the table, as well as two bottles of wine. We had two dozen flowers that Mason bought sitting on the tables to make the tables beautiful. I had changed into a form fitted black dress with red four and a half inch stilettos. My dress was strapless, so I wore my hair up to accentuate my neck. It was that moment I heard Marie gasp.
“You got another tattoo?” she asked.
I smiled.
“Yeah, Kat and I got one earlier today.”
Both of our tattoos were on the back of our necks. Mine was a silhouette of a cat, with the name KAT underneath. Kat has the name “Monk,” with a monkey hanging from the cursive part of the M.
I heard Diane scoff.
“I think inking your skin as a woman is a mistake. I mean, in the world, you’re looked at very differently.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t care what anyone thinks of me, number one. Number two, the only way you knew it was there was when I wanted you to. I’m not saying I’m going to go overboard, but I’m not in the habit of worrying about how others perceive me.”
“Well, then in the world I live in, that’s something that a woman doesn’t do,” she replied.
I didn’t take to heart what she said. I just shrugged and kept getting everything ready for tonight. Marie, I thought, was stunning as was Diane. Marie wore a white dress with white strappy high heel sandals, and Diane wore a green dress with silver high heel sandals. They both wore their hair down, and their dresses contoured their figures.
When the door opened and Kat walked in, I started singing “happy birthday.” Even though her official day was tomorrow, we were celebrating tonight. She looked spectacular with her strapless form fitting red dress with four inch stilettos. Her hair was up too, which showed her fresh tattoo.
I gave her a huge hug.
“Happy birthday, sis.”
“Thank you. Oh my goodness, it is beautiful in here.”
She hugged everyone, and Marie asked to see the tattoo.
“Did it hurt?” she asked
“Yeah, it hurt like crap, but I was able to get through it. I feel sexy knowing I have a secret that, if I want to keep to myself, you will never see it.”
“Has AB seen it?” Diane asked.
She shook her head.
“Nope. We had sex and everything, and he didn’t notice. It’s because I didn’t want him to.”
“Where are the guys at, anyway?” I asked.
“They should be on their way.”
“Good, let’s have a few shots before they get here for your birthday.”
I grabbed some cups and poured everyone a drink.
“Here’s to one of the best people I know. Kat, you have the biggest heart, and you would do anything for anyone. I love that about you. And I hope when I grow up, I can be just like you. To Kat…”
Everyone raised their glasses, and we took the shot of vodka like women. We made faces and vowed to not take another. But when the guys came in fifteen minutes later, we had taken two more shots.
From the content faces of everyone around the table, everyone enjoyed dinner. I got lots of compliments and even some requests for caterings. AB was trying to get me to cook at his restaurant instead of bartending. I was flattered by the things they said, but I was just glad everything turned out to taste good.
The conversation around the table was great. We laughed at stories AB, Mason, and Marcus told us about growing up. Marc told the table about the bet he and his wife had, and Mason smirked and looked at me for the first time today. I’ve been trying to keep my focus away from my temptation that is Mason James West. When he walked into my room, I thought I was going to faint he looked so good. He wore black skinny type pants and a jacket with a white short-sleeve shirt that hugged the ripples of his muscles. His hair was wild in that way I used to make it when we’ve fucked for hours.