After a tragedy, some people became more human, more real. They take stock of their lives and start living to the fullest. Not me … I did the opposite; I became a monster who believed in nothing more than making money, having fun, and being in control of every fiber of my existence.
“Serious? What’s the fun in that?” I replied heating up my stare. “I don’t think we’ll ever be serious. Will we, darling?”
Kylie’s dazzling smile lit up the room.
“We’re too crazy for serious,” she volleyed right back.
“How long has this been happening?” Avery asked, her mouth slack and almost drooling.
“For a little while.” Kylie was vague.
Vague was fun, left the illusion in place. I liked to really twist the knife.
“Long enough for me to obsess over the mole just under her left breast.” I slid my hand over to Kylie and caressed her finger.
The truth was if anyone had seen her Calvin Klein spread in Cosmopolitan, they all saw the mole. She was stretched out wearing a pair of men’s briefs, and from the angle they shot and the way she was posed, it looked like she didn’t have breasts as her body looked more like a boy’s. A man was provocatively placed above her wearing the exact same briefs, and I noted the small sexy mole below her left tit. It was tiny, but there. I liked the imperfection of something as flawless as her body.
I figured in such an intimate company, I could say provocative things. Who knew if she’d had sex with these ladies, they all seemed comfortably close.
“And you wanted to have it removed,” Madison chimed in to scold.
Kylie sighed deeply; this had probably spiraled away from her rather quickly.
“She won’t be getting it removed.” My voice was cold, stern, and commanding.
If she was mine, even for the night, she’d never be allowed to remove the mole, and I’d make sure she knew it.
“Okay, so um … we’re just having drinks, the two of us. I hope you guys don’t feel stupid for coming over, there’s really nothing to see here.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry that you had to miss the party.” She was dismissing them. That was rather interesting as she had no idea what she was about to get herself into.
Likely, she’d wish they’d stayed.
“The party sucked. We came to check on you and we’re heading in. I’ve got work tomorrow.” Madison looked a little disappointed that they wouldn’t be hanging out with us; however, it was already almost ten o’clock on a school night.
“Me too, my mockups are due tomorrow, so we’ll leave you two lovebirds.” Avery flashed a plastic smile, and Kylie visibly cringed.
After sweet goodbyes, Kylie and I were left alone again. She turned to me, and I was sure she planned on making a run for it.
“Well thank you so much for this, Mr. Blair,” Kylie started, and I did everything in my power not to laugh in her face. “Our drinks are on me. I really appreciated you just going for it. That was such a great performance … almost too great. Hope I didn’t bother you too much.” I grabbed her arm as she stood up to keep her from bolting.
“Wait a minute. You can’t just roll up on a guy, ask him to be your date and dash.” There was a sad look of panic in her eyes.
Was she really that awkward around men? A cheesy come-on line and she looked like she was about to cry. This couldn’t be the Kylie Morgan who was wearing booty shorts and a pair of stilettos on the billboard outside of my office. There was no possible way.
“Sorry, I … um. Thank you. Thank you very much.” She tugged her arm, and I softened my grip.
“Stay for a while, talk. It’s not every day Kylie Morgan walks up to your table and asks you to be her boyfriend, well it is every day for some, but not for me.” Again, the hurt look in her eyes. “Why were your friends so worried about you? Shouldn’t they have been with their own dates tonight?”
“Well I just broke up, so they wanted to make sure I wasn’t driving off a cliff somewhere.” Her smirky shrug tipped me off she was lying.
“Oh yes, with Dane Wynters, the gay lead singer of Rock’s Mother. That must have been an interesting three weeks of your life. I can see why you’d be torn up.” Sarcasm dripped from every word, but it finally got a laugh out of her.
“Okay, I wasn’t dating Dane … and I didn’t just break up with anyone,” her voice dropped. “How did you know?”
“How could I not? Everyone knows we gave him a pass because it was you, even the staunchest gay would probably do you.” I offered a breezy guffaw, hoping to ease her up a bit more.