I giggle as I put on the beautiful shoes Hunter and Brent gifted me yesterday. They’re so sexy, with the pink strap and acrylic heels. Of course, it’s totally inappropriate for coffee with a girlfriend, but I can’t help it. I want to show them off, and besides, the shoes go perfectly with the short, tight skirt I have on and my pink low-cut t-shirt. This is Vegas, after all. It’s fine to dress hoochie because it’s the norm for a lot of folks in show business.
Of course, my dad hates that I wear clothes like this, but what do I care? It’s not like I’m going to see Mike. Besides, my dad has all these old-fashioned ideas of what’s appropriate and inappropriate for young women. Mike’s even a deacon at our church, and it’s pretty annoying how he’s so preachy and rigid all the time. Thank goodness I don’t live at home anymore.
Another giggle escapes my lips. If my father knew what I was doing with Brent and Hunter, he’d definitely have a heart attack! Of course, any man would, but I don’t really care. Mike can lecture all he wants, but I’m going to enjoy myself because life is too short not to.Carpe diem, as they say.
Smiling, I slip my phone into the little clutch I’ll be using as a purse today, grab my car keys, and head out the door. Then, I clamber into my Honda Accord, which is difficult given that I’m about four inches taller than usual with these heels. Not only that, but driving in these stilettos is a weird situation. It’s not the heel itself, it’s the fact that I don’t have a feel for the pedals anymore, so the entire ride is a bit herky-jerky. But after about fifteen minutes (and no car accidents), I manage to get myself to the coffee shop and parked near the door. Then, I walk into Lady Sweets and find Sydney already at a small table in the corner with two piping hot cappuccinos in front of her. She lifts one up in greeting.
“Hey! Sorry I’m late,” I giggle while mincing over. Sydney merely smiles and stands to give me a hug. My buddy is a pretty brunette with big brown eyes who also works as a hostess at the Corinthian, which is cause for a lot of bonding.
“You’re not late, hon, I was just early. I was surprised you even texted to confirm our coffee date, seeing what happened yesterday.” Hmmm, I’m not sure what she knows and doesn’t know. As a result, I play dumb.
“What do you mean?” I blink innocently.
Sydney lets out an unladylike snort.
“Oh, please, you were so loud, Kaci! The whole party heard what you and Brent and Hunter were doing. My question is … did it feel good? Because it definitely sounded like it.”
I giggle as my cheeks go red. “Really? I had no idea we were so loud. I mean, I was with two men, so I guess I should have foreseen it, but still…”
Sydney nods.
“You guys were insane, girlfriend, and we all knew it was you, Hunter and Brent too. We could literally hear you guys humping and panting, and then when the birthday boy showed up, of course everyone ducked and hid for the surprise. Except it wasn’t even quiet! We could hear the three of you moaning from the bedroom and it was maximum volume, girl!”
My eyes go round.
“OMG! Was Sean mad?”
Sydney giggles.
“It didn’t seem like it. No one was even awkward. Everyone was just rolling their eyes and being like, ‘well, at least they’re having a good time.’ But still, Kaci, it was your ex’s birthday party! And you were doing it with two of his friends.”
I merely shrug sassily.
“Well, wearebroken up, and like I told you, Sean and I were never exclusive, so he’d have no right to be mad even if we stillwerein a relationship. But how was the party, regardless? You know I didn’t come out of my bedroom until this morning.”
Sydney giggles, swatting one hand at me.
“You bad girl! But seriously, the party went off without a hitch.”
“But what about the pizzas?” I ask quickly. “Shit, I forgot about the those! What happened with that?”
Sydney shrugs, unconcerned.
“The pies showed up and were pretty much devoured on sight. Peeps were starving.”
I nod, relieved.
“Oh good. Thank god I placed that order.”
Sydney merely rolls her eyes, taking another sip of her drink.
“Kaci, who cares about pizza! You, Hunter and Brent were still grunting like animals even as the party wound down. I mean, how are you even standing today?”
I giggle again. “I’m barely hanging in there. I’msooosore this morning. You have no idea, girl.”
Sydney merely shakes her head.
“You’re my hero, Kaci. I mean, Hunter and Brent are hot! Did swords cross though?”