The Ugly Girlfriend(11)
After two blind catastrophes, she decided that dating was not her thing and spent all of her time either at home or with her friends.
Today, she decided to take the day off work. Instead of going to Byron’s place and cleaning, she sent one of her other cleaners. She was going to relax and clean her own place for a change before her friends came over for dinner. While it was not eventful, it would definitely be enjoyable. She hadn’t seen them in a month and was curious to see what new developments had taken place in everyone else’s life.
Pulling herself out of bed, she went into the bathroom and got on the scale. Looking down at the machine as it populated on the digital reader, she gasped when she saw the number. Quickly, she dropped her robe. Still not happy with the number, she took off her watch and earrings. As she looked down at the number again, she finally gave up.
***
Sitting around the fire pit in LaToya’s perfectly manicured backyard, the women laughed and drank wine while she served them up a quick meal and turned on the lanterns. The night was ending, and now was the time to dish the dirt as customary for their small clan.
“So, tell us what happened with Byron,” Deana said to Angela as she crossed her feet Indian style.
Angela grinned and looked over at LaToya, knowing she was the only one of her friends who hadn’t heard the news.
“Well,” Angela answered, pulling her hair behind her ear. “He and I had dinner again for the second time last night.”
“And,” Kristen pushed. “How did it go?”
“It was so romantic. After a great dinner, he took me back to his place and fixed me a nightcap. Then we sat by the fireplace and kissed all night.”
“All you did was kiss?” Kristen asked disappointed.
“Among other things,” Angela laughed. She raised her brow. “He has big feet, big fingers and big...everything else.”
“Bryon’s got a big penis!” Deana laughed. “So, he does have everything. Damn, I wish he had asked me out that night. I could use a good man, with a good job and no children. He almost seems unreal.”
LaToya sat down with them and sipped her wine. Blushing for them, she thought about her client and nodded her head. She had guessed that about Byron. She couldn’t even name how many times she had thought about him and how attractive he was, but she knew that she wasn’t his type. It was a lost cause.
“Well, I’m glad that I could introduce you two,” LaToya said chiming in.
“I’m glad you did, too, girl. Good looking out. ” Angela rubbed LaToya’s leg. “He’s wonderful or something like it. The only thing I don’t like is his work schedule. He works all the time.”
“I know. So does Mitch,” LaToya said quickly.
The circle became quiet, and suddenly only the crackle of the fire could be heard.
“Mitch?” Angela looked over at LaToya. “The white boy from the club?”
“Oh, he’s a client now. Remember? That was the entire reason for him even coming over,” LaToya explained. “And he’s always working when I’m there.”
“Uh huh,” Kristen said laughing. “She has been glowing all day.”
“I have not,” LaToya scoffed. “He’s a nice enough guy. He’s just had a hard time since he’s been here.”
“Well, maybe you should help him out,” Deana joked. “Cook that brother a meal. Wait for him to get off work and be in his bed naked with a bottle of lube and a bowl of cherries.”
“No,” LaToya laughed. “He doesn’t like me that way. He’s just a client. I mean, true we did go out for drinks last night but...”
The circle erupted in happy laughter.
“This bitch has been holding out on us all night! You didn’t tell us that you had a man,” Deana cackled.
“You know I hate when you use that word,” LaToya admonished.
“And she’s blushing,” Angela pointed out. “She’s been seeing the white boy and didn’t want her girls to find out.”
“No,” LaToya shrugged the notion off. “He doesn’t like me like that.”
“Are you sure?” Kristen asked.
“Why would he?” LaToya shook her head. “I’m not his type. He probably is attracted to little, bitsy, blonde, blue-eyed, prissy...”
“Not all men want that, LaToya,” Deana said.
“How would you guys know? Neither of you are above a size eight. I’m fighting to stay in a 14. Shit, I’ve gained five pounds in the last month.”