by J. S. Cooper
“Yeah, today isn’t your lucky day. I’ve never been with a grandpa with saggy balls either and I’m not about to start now.” I raised my glass to a laughing Olivia. “Now leave before we make a complaint about you constantly harassing us.”
“You two are just teases.” He grunted. “Wouldn’t know a good dicking if it hit you in the face.”
He looked at us for a few seconds and then turned around and walked out of the entrance.
“Well, he was just a treat.”
“Wasn’t he just?” Olivia groaned. “Did he actually think he had a chance?”
“No way he thought he could have had a chance with us. We might not have boyfriends but we’re hot. Way too hot for Grandpa McStinky.”
“Oh, my gosh, I thought it was just me. He smelled like he hadn’t showered in a good week.”
“Or two.” I shook my head. “I’d go for an older guy like Sean Connery any day of the week, but him? No way.”
“I’d totally do Brad Pitt or George Clooney.” Olivia nodded. “And they’re both in their fifties.”
“Yeah, I’d do them, too.”
“I’d do Denzel as well.” She laughed. “And The Rock.”
“Who wouldn’t do The Rock? He could throw you around the bedroom like you were a doll.” I laughed. “He could have his wicked way with me any day of the week.”
“We’re so horny.” Olivia shook her head. “We need to get laid already.”
“Yes, we need boyfriends, and we need to get laid. I don’t care which order we get them in, either.”
“Me either,” Olivia said. “And then we need to get Birdy some action. That girl needs to come out of her shell.”
“Yeah, unless she’s already out of it.” I laughed. “Here’s to us.”
“Here’s to us.”
Olivia grinned, and we both sipped on our drinks in peaceful contentment. I felt better sitting here with Olivia than I’d felt all week. Maybe it was because I’d spoken to my parents the weekend before and all they’d done was talk about how they’d had so much fun with Nicole and her kids and how I should move back to Iowa City.
My dad worked as a professor at the University of Iowa and my mom was a housewife, and their greatest wish was for me to have that same life. I’d known since my freshman year in high school that I hadn’t wanted to stay in Iowa. I’d gone to undergrad at the University of Iowa because my dad got free tuition for me, and I’d enjoyed my years there, but everything about the city was too small for me.
My parents had tried to convince me to move to Des Moines, Cedar Rapids or Fort Dodge for a change of pace, but those cities were even worse—not that I told them that. I didn’t want to marry a local boy and pop out a bunch of kids. I wanted to live a full life. I wanted to travel the world. I wanted to meet different people. I wanted a life full of excitement and change. I didn’t want my biggest claim to fame to be the fact that Ashton Kutcher had gone to school with my third cousin. I wanted to do things with my life.
“You look deep in thought,” Olivia observed.
“I was just thinking about my family.”
“Missing home?”
“Yes and no.” I smiled wryly. “I honestly have the best parents, and my sister and her husband are lovely. I love my nephews and niece. Sometimes I wish I could live that life, and maybe one day I will want it, but right now that’s not what I want, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.” Olivia nodded. “We’re still young, we should live our lives for us. Do what we can to be happy.”
“You’re right. We’re such kindred spirits.” I finished my second drink. “You want to get out of here and just walk around?”
“Yeah, why not? Then I need to get home. I have to do some updates to the budget for Tate. He needs to see the latest numbers for some meeting he has with Jagger tomorrow.”
“Sounds fun.” I drained my glass. “Work after work.”
“Yeah, so much fun.” Her phone pinged. “Oh, look, Jane just texted.”
“What did she say?”
“She said Marco will join us for lunch tomorrow at the office and then we’ll all go out for drinks after work. She wants to know if we have any preferences about where. Do you?”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “I wonder if Tate will pay.” I looked at her hopefully. “Do you think so?”
“Of course.” Olivia nodded. “They’re in the honeymoon phase. He’s in the stage where he wants to spoil her and all her friends and family members. And he’s rich, so he can afford to.”
“Then suggest somewhere cool and expensive.” I laughed. “Someplace we’d love to go to but not have to pay for.”
“Oh, Millie, that’s awful!”
“What?” I said innocently.
She shook her head. “I’m not saying that.”
“Fine, let me Yelp some places and then I’ll make some suggestions. I have no shame. Tate is literally a billionaire. He can afford to fly us all first-class to Italy for dinner and not even blink at the cost.”
“How amazing would that be if he did that?”
“It would be the stuff of fairytales. Jane is so lucky.” I sighed, slightly envious. “A hot guy and he’s rich.”
“Yeah, Magnolia’s lucky as well. They struck gold when they got their men. We can’t even strike dirt.”
“Tell me about it.” I threw a twenty down on the table. “Let’s get out of here and stop being such jealous bitches.” I stood up. “Maybe we can go and look for some outfits to wear tomorrow.”
“Yeah, we’ll be the sexiest bitches at the bar.”
“Jane’s brother better watch out.” I laughed.
If he was even half as cute as his photo, then I would have a fun time flirting with him. Obviously, I wouldn’t sleep with him because he was Jane’s brother and she’d been adamant that none of us get involved with him, but what was an innocent flirtation among friends? Plus, I had a feeling that he didn’t sleep around as much as Jane said. I bet he just told her that stuff to scare her into being a good girl.
No man could be as big of a whore as Jane had tried to make out, could they?
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