“Don’t forget your gym clothes on Monday.” He called from his office door as we entered the elevator.
“What do you need gym clothes for?” Rick was more than just curious, his tone was suspicious.
“Oh it’s nothing, I’m just having a lesson in Self Defence and apparently it’s the Boss’s orders.” I gave him the impression it was non-negotiable but I was actually really looking forward to it.
As we headed back to the car, Nate and Charlotte were on a high. Rick was a lot quieter than usual though, it appeared our interaction with Bryce may have had an impact on him, I was just uncertain as to the effect. Knowing Rick, I’m sure I would get an idea very soon.
“I so can’t wait to have a ride in ‘the Crow’.” Over my dead body you will. I smiled the smile that mother’s do when you hope your child will just forget and move on, but Nate was not going to forget this promise anytime soon.
As we were about to enter the car park I spotted Samantha in the corner of my eye, I was just about to yell out when a man came up behind her, he pinched her arse and kissed her neck. He looked somewhat familiar but I couldn’t quite see his face. I became aware of exactly who he was when he walked around to face her. What was Samantha doing with Gareth? Surely she had better instincts? Seeing them together left a strange feeling in my stomach, I figured it was best not to make them aware I was here and baring witness to their affectionate display, so I put my head down and went for the car.
I was really looking forward to a night out with my friends, I flicked through the outfits in my wardrobe, settling on a pair of shiny black denim skinny cut pants, black glittered heels, a red silk blouse which gathered at my breasts and a black satin blazer, my hair was down and straightened. I opted for some tinted moisturiser, eyeliner and red lipstick. I was still getting used to wearing make-up again but it was getting a little easier, I did feel that less was more where I was concerned though. I pulled up to Carly’s in a Taxi and the driver beeped the horn. She was my oldest friend; I had known her since we were toddlers, we had lived next to each other for 18 years. Carly knew me better than anybody, we didn’t really get to see each other much but that didn’t matter, we made the most of it when we did, she opened the car door and climbed in. She had curled her ash blonde hair and it fell in loose ringlets past her shoulders. Carly rocked a smoky eye better than most and had opted for a little black dress that covered one shoulder and left the other bare.
“Look at you, Totes Glam!”
“What?” I looked at her and shook my head.
“You sound just like Nate.” She laughed.
“Good! I’d rather sound like him than you, you old fart!” I hit her on the arm, I was only 6 months older than she was, but as I was married with kids, she was single, childless and enjoying her youth. She liked to remind me of that.
“You look pretty smokin’ yourself, love those strappy heels.” They were gorgeous, a light gold, snakeskin pattern.
“I know right? My Jimmy Choos and I are like this.” She held up her hand and crossed her fingers.
“So how’s the new job babe?”
“Yeah good, I feel like I’m in over my head most days though and that has nothing to do with the actual work!
“Oh? Do tell.” I knew I could tell Carly anything, It was what I held so dear in our friendship, no matter what we shared with each other we never judged, we were brutally honest, sometimes too honest which results in a speaking famine, the worst being 5 months long.
“Ok, so, my boss is a billionaire, the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on and wants to fuck me senseless.” She spat the Redbull she was about to swallow across the back of the passenger seat, the driver shot us a dirty look through the rear-vision mirror.
“Fuck off.” She looked at me, my eyes didn’t leave hers.
“Shit, you’re serious.” She grabbed a tissue out of her bag, leant forward and wiped the back of the seat.
“That’s freakin hot, why can’t this shit happen to me? It’s a waste on you.” She looked over at me again.
“Alexis you little Whore, what have you done?” She was very amused, I hated how she could read me so easily.
“Nothing, I wouldn’t do that, you know me, he just kissed me, that’s all, really it was nothing.” She squealed.
“I hate you, ask him if he’d like a threesome?” I shot her an evil look.
“Ok, I’m kidding, right putting on my ‘Serious Carly’ face.”
“I’m struggling Carls. He’s smart, cheeky, kind, loving, he’s arrogant, infuriating, direct and when he talks dirty to me I almost orgasm on the spot. I’m not sure I can resist him, the problem is, I love my job, he’s paying me half a mill…” She spat her drink again.