“Anyway, long story short, I modeled as Joey during the day and hung out as Chloe at night until one day I decided I liked being Chloe more than Joey. I saved up the money to get these bodacious tatas and the rest is history.”
“So did you do the surgery and everything?” I ask.
She points downward and I nod.
“No. I looked into it, but I just couldn’t bring myself to go under the knife. So basically I have boobs and a package.”
I stare down at my drink for a moment and try to plan what I want to say. “I want to apologize for the way I behaved when we met. I felt a little threatened by you.”
“Doll, that’s the biggest compliment you could ever give me. I’d feel threatened by me too,” she says with a laugh. “Fisher is like a brother to me. Even though he turned out to be a fine piece of ass, I can’t look at him without seeing a sibling. It’s gross.”
Fisher laughs. “It’s true. I disgust her.”
“Do you feel better?” Chloe asks.
“Yes. So much. Thank you for being brave enough to tell me your story. I’m glad you have Fisher in your life. He’s a good man.”
Fisher’s hand settles on top of mine.
“Yes, he is. Now how about a shot? We need to get this party started.”
Fisher had too much to drink. Chloe, on the other hand, can handle her liquor like no one I’ve ever seen. She wasn’t even tipsy. I’m glad I stopped after the second shot. I insisted I could handle him when she helped me get him to my car. I hugged her before I left. I’m glad she’s understanding. She really is special. I can see why Fisher cares about her.
As I drive him back to his place, I can’t help but stare at his face while he sleeps.
He’s just as beautiful on the inside as he is on the outside. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but my heart wants to leap out of my chest. I check his GPS and follow the directions on his phone to get him “home.” We pull into a motel lot and I feel bad when I see where he’s living. It’s a nice place, but it certainly doesn’t feel like a home. I guess he’s used to living here and there all the time when he’s working. I almost wish I’d brought him back to my place to sleep it off.
“Fisher, we’re here,” I say, shaking his arm.
He jumps a bit when I nudge him but smiles when he sees my face. He leans across his seat and attempts to place his head in my lap.
“Oh, boy.”
I reposition him so I can slide out of the car. Opening the passenger side, he tries to reach his arms out to me. He laughs when the seatbelt prevents him from moving and he touches it like he isn’t sure how it works.
Squatting down next to him, I try to think how I should get him inside. I feel around on his jeans until I think I sense keys. Then I try to slide my hand in his pocket to retrieve them.
“Well, hi there,” he says, sniffing my hair. “If you’re going to feel me up I think we should go inside first. The parking lot is kinda kinky.”
“I’m trying to get your keys, smart-ass.” I unbuckle his seat belt and he lifts his hips so I can reach them.
“Oooh,” he says in a sexy voice. “I like your hands in my pockets.”
I laugh as I try to figure out which room is his. The key says Room 221. It would have to be up the stairs. Figures. “Sweetie, can you walk if I help you?”
He opens his eyes and smiles at me. “Huh?”
I reach over him to get my purse and place it over my head, propping it on my waist. “Okay, lean into me. We’re going up the stairs.”
It’s a slow process, but I manage to get him standing. He’s wobbly, but he’s walking with his arm around my neck. It takes forever to get him up the first three. He’s funny when he’s drunk. He asks me if he can sit for a minute. When I tell him no, he pulls his lip down with his finger until he’s pouting. We make it up three more before he announces, “Wait . . . I got this.”
He straightens his posture and places his hands in the air. He hops up the last two steps without me and turns around proudly.
“Good job.”
He tries to bow but stumbles. I rush over to him and he leans on me as I unlock his door. “You’re hot, you know that?” he slurs.
I grin as I help him over to the bed. I close the door behind me and then fumble for a light switch. As light permeates the small room, I hear shuffling behind me. Fisher has removed his shoes and pants and seems to be caught up in his shirt.
I laugh and lean back against the door to watch him.
“Uh-oh,” he says like a little boy. As I stare at his muscular thighs and sculpted abs, I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt, he’s not a boy. He’s all man. “Let me help you.” His hands flop to his sides as I try to get his shirt off his head. He failed to unbutton it first, so I have to reach inside to get to the buttons. “How did you do this?”
Even though he can’t see, his hands seem to have no trouble finding my ass. I jump lightly when he squeezes my butt through my skirt.
“I wanna bite that.” He moans as he squeezes harder.
I manage to get to his button inside his shirt and lift it off his head.
“Hey,” he says when he sees me.
“Hey yourself. You’re very touchy-feely when you’re drunk,” I tell him as he places his face on my stomach.
“You smell so good.” He rubs his lips against my shirt and I almost stop breathing. Between him being almost naked, his hands on my ass, and his mouth so near my breasts I almost want to pretend he’s not drunk and have my way with him.
His fingers find the zipper of my skirt and he starts to pull it down.
“Mmm . . .” I gaze at the heavens and pray for strength as I reach behind my back to stop him. “You’re drunk.”
“Uh-huh. You’re hot. Did I say that already?”
“Yes, and thank you. But, you need to stop trying to undress me.” I swat his hand from my zipper and he immediately starts to tug at my shirt. His hand makes its way under my shirt and he touches my breast.
“Let me kiss those,” he whispers into my stomach.
Why did he have to get drunk? I want this to be sober Fisher right now. I feel like I should be curling my fake mustache in my fingers as I contemplate taking advantage of him. “No. You can’t. Not like this.”
“But, baby. I want you.” His hot breath on my stomach sends ripples through my spine.
“I want you too, but only when I’m sure you’ll remember in the morning.” I step out of his grasp and he reaches for me in the air. I pull back the covers and fluff his pillow. “Lie down.”
He scoots up on the bed until I can pull the covers down farther and as he lies back he grabs my arms and pulls me with him. “You want tops or bottoms?”
I laugh as I try to push off him. He’s strong. “You need to sleep.”
“I don’t wanna sleep. I wanna taste your pussy.”
I kiss his cheek. “Another day.”
“No, now.” He smirks and his perfect white teeth glisten. I kiss his lips because I can’t help myself and he pulls me over to the side of the bed. He presses his lips to mine as his tongue invades my mouth. His hand cups my breast as he starts to unbutton my shirt.
“Fisher, please stop. You’re too drunk.”
He pauses and gazes into my eyes. “Don’t say no. I want to be with you.” His forehead creases and his words get breathy. “Please stay with me.” He’s begging and it’s so, so hot.
“I’ll tell you what? I’ll stay here with you tonight, but you have to go to sleep. Deal?”
“How about I sleep after I make love to you?” He kisses and licks my neck.
“No, you get to sleep next to me. No sex. Not until you’re sober.”
He nods in defeat and snuggles his face into the crook of my neck. A few seconds later, he’s snoring lightly. His leg is draped over me and my hand is trapped underneath him. I try to move, but he’s dead weight. I guess I should have thought this through a little better. Now what do I do?
The sound of a flush
ing toilet startles me awake. I’m lying on my stomach, fully dressed and on top of the covers. Fisher isn’t in the bed. It’s dark in the room, but I can see a little from the streetlight shining through the curtains as well as from the light under the bathroom door. I rub my eyes. I must have fallen asleep.
“Hey,” he says as he walks back toward the bed.
I push up into a sitting position, still rubbing my eyes.
“Sorry about that,” he says shyly. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “You were cute.”
He lies down next to me and pulls the covers over his legs and waist. “That’s not how I remember it.”
“I guess I should go. What time is it?”
“It’s 3:00 a.m. I don’t want you driving home this late. Will you stay? I promise to behave myself.”
I smile and nod. “Yeah, I’ll stay. Do you mind if I borrow a shirt?”
“Take anything you want. Top drawer.” He tightens his grip on his pillow, pushing it into a ball under his head.
I pull out the first shirt on top and go into the bathroom to change. After I pee, I take a look in the mirror. My makeup is smudged all over my face. I look like a whore from eighteenth century France.
I do my best to wash my face and change out of my clothes. I’m thankful his T-shirt is too big for me and covers enough to make me feel okay about walking back to him.
I place my clothes on the chair and walk back to the bed. His eyes are closed. I do my best to carefully pull back the covers on my side and he stirs awake. Noticing what I’m trying to do, he reaches over and helps me pull them back. I slide inside and in an instant I feel the heat of his body next to me. He’s so warm.
“Your feet are cold,” he whispers as he pulls me closer.
“I know. They always are.”
“That’s good to know.” He’s groggy and adorable.
He spoons me from behind. His warm breath fans my hair and I smile as I close my eyes. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
I squint as I open my eyes to daylight. Fisher isn’t in bed and I’m sad. I must have been sleeping harder than usual.
I roll over as he steps out of the bathroom wearing jeans and no shirt. By the steam in the air I can tell he’s freshly showered. He’s brushing his teeth, but it doesn’t stop him from smiling at me. “G’ morning.”
“Hi.”
He spits in the sink and walks over to me, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Did you sleep okay?”
I nod.
“You aren’t a morning person, are you?”
“No, but apparently you are.”
He smiles. “Coffee?”
“Yes, please. What time is it?” I sit up and he hands me a cup.
“It’s a little after six. I have to be on set by seven.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll get up and drive you.” I slide my legs out the side of the bed and remember I’m only wearing his shirt and my underwear when the cold air hits my legs.
“No, I can Uber. I’m sure you need to get to work too.”
I nod and slide back under the covers.
He watches me briefly and then walks over to the closet and starts putting on a button-down shirt. “Sorry I got so drunk last night.”
I smile. “It was interesting.”
“I came on pretty strong, huh?”
“You were hard to resist.”
“Oh yeah?” He slides onto the bed and over to me. “Then why did you?”
“Because I wanted you to remember our first time.”
“I remember everything from last night.”
“Okay, I wanted you to be fully present.”
“Hmm . . . you may have me on that one. But it was still fun. Thank you for staying. It was nice waking up to you.”
He’s doing that smoldering thing again and I want to kiss him, but I’m certain my morning breath would wilt his eyeballs. I smile and sip my coffee. “So, there’s this thing on Saturday.”
“What thing?” he asks as he puts on his socks.
“I’m a big supporter of this charity group that raises money for autism awareness. Anyway, once a year, they have a benefit gala and auction. It’s this Saturday. I usually go alone every year, but I was wondering—”
“I’m in.”
“What makes you think I was going to ask you to go with me?”
“Weren’t you?”
“Well, yes, but—”
“Then I’m in. What time does it start?”
“Seven.”
He pulls out his phone and starts flipping through emails. “Shit. Well, I’m working that day, but I should be done by five. That’s okay, right?”
I nod and straighten the sheets.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing?”
“Did I upset you?”
I curl my lip slightly and shake my head. “No, you were perfect.”
“Then why do you look so sad?”
“I, uh . . . I’ve never had a date for them. Usually, I just stand around and watch the couples dance. Sometimes I hang out with Luna and her man du jour. But mostly, I feel really alone.”
“Didn’t your ex go with you?”
“No. He said it was boring. He always had an excuse for why he couldn’t make it.”
“Well, you’re my girl now and I’ll be damned if you don’t have someone to dance with all night long.”
I stare at the blanket as I allow his words to sink in.
He slides on his shoes and puts his wallet in his pocket. He checks his phone briefly and puts that in his pocket as well. “I have to go. Take your time. Stay as long as you want. I’ll call or text tonight. Let me know when you get to work so I know you’re safe.”
I nod.
He kisses the top of my head and then walks out the door.
I sigh as I gaze around his room. I slip out of the bed and walk over to the bathroom sink. I lift his cologne and smell it. My knees go weak. I spray it on the T-shirt I’m wearing and decide I’m taking the shirt home with me.
As I grab my clothes off the chair, I see my book on the dresser. Sure enough, there are Post-it tabs sticking out the edges. I open my purse for a pen and flip the paper to the title page where I write, “Fisher, reality is better than fiction when I’m with you. Xoxo, Macy Greer.”
A part of me wants to go through all of his things, but I decide against it. I won’t be that girl. Instead I freshen up, put on my bra and skirt, and head home to shower. Before I leave I reach into my purse and pull out a small bottle of my perfume. I spray it on his pillow so he thinks of me. There are some things we women have to do. That was one of them.
I straighten out my dress and stare at myself in the mirror and smile. I decided to wear the gown Fisher sent to me at the gala tonight and it’s beautiful. The black sequins sparkle in the light. It’s off the shoulder and makes my breasts look full and plump. The man has excellent taste. I shouldn’t be surprised.
I’m just about to slip on my shoes when my phone rings. Could he be early for once? I shuffle to the phone. I don’t recognize the number, but I answer anyway.
“Hello?”
“It’s me. I had to borrow a phone to call you.”
“I was just thinking about you.”
“I’m so sorry, but I’m going to be late. We’ve done five takes of this scene and the director wasn’t happy with the lighting, so we’re doing another in fifteen minutes.”
“Oh. Okay. No problem.” My heart drops into my stomach.
“I’m going to be there. I promise. Don’t think I’m standing you up, because I’m not.”
I nod and take a deep breath to hold it together. “I understand. You have to work. It comes first.”
I hear someone call his name in the background. “Okay, on my way. I have to go. I’m sorry I can’t be there to pick you up. Text me the address and I’ll be there as soon as I can. You save all those dances for me.”
“Be careful. Good luck.”
He ends the call without saying go
odbye. I’m sure he was in a rush, but I can’t help but wonder if he’ll make it at all. I slip on my shoes, grab my handbag and keys, and walk out the door. Once I’m in the car, I text him the address. I have a pep talk with myself all the way there. I arrive at a quarter to seven and silently berate myself for always being early. I should know better. I don’t want to be the first one. Ugh.
By six fifty-nine I can’t stand waiting another second.
“Ms. Greer. Thank you so much for joining us. We’re honored to have you as our guest tonight. Thank you again for the generous donation. We placed you and your guest at table five just across the dance floor.”
She glances behind me. “You did say you had a guest?”
“Yes, he’s running late with work.”
“Oh certainly. Can we get you a drink?”
I shake my head and roll my eyes as I walk to my table. I’ve known her for years, and she and I both know I’ve never brought a date. I’d bet money that she’s thinking I said I had a date just so I could not look pathetic. I bet she feels sorry for me. Heck, I feel sorry for me.
Reaching into my purse, I pull out my phone and text Luna.
Me: Where are you?
Luna: It started at seven. Please tell me you and Mr. Smolder aren’t already there?
Me: I’m here alone. As uz…
Luna: What? Okay, I’m rushing. We’ll be there in a jiffy.
I slide my phone back into my purse. This should be a blast. A man carrying a tray of champagne walks by. I take two. He frowns.
“Don’t judge me,” I say as he walks away. This night can’t possibly get any worse.
I watch couple after couple enter the room. I start to feel uneasy, so I decide to make a trip to the restroom. It’s really nice inside. There’s even a couch. I sit on the couch near the door and make myself comfortable. There’s no one here. Shit, I could stay here all night. I smile to myself at the idea.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but the bathroom starts bustling with activity. I sit on my couch and watch woman after woman come in to fix her makeup or spray her hair. An older woman leaves her purse on the sink as she turns to exit. I tap her on the arm when she walks by me. “Excuse me, I think you forgot something.” I point to it and she gasps.
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