Chapter Seventeen Skye
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Chapter Seventeen
Skye
"Why on earth would you say that, Skye?" Elisabetta shakes her head.
I stuff another spoonful of Frosted Flakes into my mouth before I respond.
"Because I could see the way he looked at me when he woke up.
There was shock and worry." I grab the milk and pour some more into the bowl.
"And I didn't want him to think that I was some loser who thought that it meant something just because we had sex one time. "
"But you told the guy you were looking at engagement rings."
"It was a joke. Sue me. Okay, maybe I'm not going to be a comedian."
"That is a very bad joke to pull on a guy that you know is a commitment-phobe. I don't know if he's a commitment-phobe, but… "
"I know. Anyway, am I crazy?"
"Do you want the truth or…"
"Of course, I want the truth."
"Okay. I think that you deserve a high-five for having fun last night."
"Okay."
"But I think you kind of put yourself in an awkward position by doing it with your boss, who you are already kind of annoyed by."
"So, you think me fucking my annoying boss was a mistake."
"I mean, we shall see," she says, grinning. "Was it good?"
I blush, thinking about how it felt to have Kingston inside of me. "Let's just say that if he showed up right now, grabbed me by the hand, and took me into the bedroom, I wouldn't say no."
"Wow. So he was good."
"He was." I nod. "I still think he's a jackass, and I don't know if work is going to become more complicated because of this, but I don't regret it."
"Famous last words," Elisabetta says as she bites down on a strawberry. She runs her fingers through her long, dark hair and leans back. "I am proud of you, Skye."
Proud of me? For what?"
"I'm proud of you for just letting loose and having a fun time and letting tomorrow worry about tomorrow."
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean, the old you would've been so focused on what was going to happen at work that you wouldn't have let anything happen."
I stare at her, my heart sinking. "Work is going to be so awkward."
"Stop thinking about it. It's only going to be awkward if you let it be awkward."
"I fucked my boss, and I have to go in and work for him.
"Yeah, so? If he starts to boss you around, just grab him by the hand, close the door, and get down on your knees." She giggles, knowing how ridiculous she sounds.
"Oh my gosh, no. I'm not going to give my boss a blow job just to get out of doing work."
"You don't even know if it would work, but who even cares if it works. It could be fun just to get him off in the office. Imagine the power you will feel.”
"It could be kinda empowering in an I can have you whenever I want way," I say. "But no, I'm not going to do that. Okay. Enough about me. How was your date?"
"It was kind of fun," she says, popping another strawberry into her mouth. "Let's just say that you're not the only one that had a little excitement last night."
"You did not hook up with the guy you met on Tinder," I say, shocked.
"No." She shakes her head and laughs. "Not really."
"What are you talking about? Not really, as in not at all, or not really, as in we boinked all night?"
"I mean, we didn't hook up, hook up."
"And you've lost me."
"Let's just say we went for a drink…"
"Uh-huh."
"And he got under the table…"
"Uh-huh."
"And let's just say I wasn't wearing any panties."
"Elisabetta!"
"What?" She shrugs. "You always have to be prepared for any situation."
"With no panties?"
She grins. "And let's just say this man had a tongue that was long and knew what it was doing."
"Oh my gosh. He went down on you?"
She grins and nods. "Yep."
"In the bar?"
"Yep."
"In front of people."
"There was a tablecloth."
"Okay, so no one saw?"
She shakes her head. "Well, I don't know if I'd say that." She grins at me.
"What are you talking about?"
“There were two guys sitting at the table next to us, and they may or may not have realized what was going on." She grins.
"No way."
"Hey, when a guy's going down on you, and he's got a tongue that knows what it's doing, sometimes little whimpers and moans escape from your mouth. I can't help it if I'm loud when I come."
"You let your Tinder date go down on you at a bar, and two guys watched."
"And I have a date with one of them tonight."
"You have a date with what? With who? With the guy that went down on you?"
"Nah. Don’t get me wrong, he was great. His tongue was amazing, but he was kind of boring."
"So, who's the date with?"
"His name is Tombstone."
"Tombstone?"
She wiggles her eyebrows. "He's older."
"How old?” Please do not say he’s in his eighties.
"I don't know. I'll find out tonight."
"You're going on a date with a guy who watched you getting your pussy licked by another man?” What sort of weirdo likes that? Stop being judgmental, Skye, you’re certainly not a nun.
"In my defense, I didn't ask for his number. He just dropped it off."
"He watched you receiving oral sex and then gave you his number."
"This is exactly what happened: my date gave me oral sex.
I came loudly. It was a loud bar, so not everyone heard me, just the two guys next to me.
My date gets up from under the table and says he's going to go and get us some drinks.
I look over at the two guys, who both grin at me knowingly.
I'm sure they expected me to be embarrassed, but nope.
I'm a modern woman, and if a guy wants to go down on me, I'm going to let him. Anyway, the very good-looking guy—"
"Tombstone?"
"Yeah," she says. "He stands up, he walks over to me, and hands me a business card.
Then he takes out a pen and says, 'If you want to have an even better night than you've had tonight, call me.
' So I take the card, and I'm like, 'How do I know this is really your number?
' And he says, 'Give me your phone.' So I do. "
"You what?"
"I gave him my phone, and he called himself."
This is like one of those two truths and a lie stories you here, but it is New York City, so I’m sure stranger things have happened. I just never believed my roommate would be the star of one of those stories.
"And then he pulls out his phone, texts me, and hands me my phone back. And you want to know what he said in his text?"
"I don't know if I do, actually, but we’ve come this far. What did he say?"
"He said, 'Send me a photo of your tits.'"
"No! That's crazy."
"It was kind of crazy. But you want to know what's even crazier?"
"What?"
She grins. "I undid the buttons of my shirt.
I wasn't wearing a bra. And I take a photo of my tits, and my date comes back, and he's staring at me, and he's like, 'What's going on?
' And Tombstone says, 'Don't you worry about it.
' And my date says, 'What the fuck is going on here?
' And I just smile. And then Tombstone leans down and gives me a kiss on the lips, and then I feel his fingers playing with my nipples. I know. Slutty, right?"
"Elisabetta, what the fuck?"
"I don't know what to say," she says. "Maybe it was the tequila shots.
Maybe it's because I haven't been laid in a while.
I don't know. Anyway, my date is pissed off.
Tombstone chuckles and says, 'Let's go out tonight.
'" And I nod, then do my top back up, make my way out to the street, and catch a cab home. "
"You had a crazier night than I did."
"I think we both had crazy nights," she says. "You hooked up with your jackass of a boss."
"You let a stranger go down on you and then let another man play with your boobs in front of him. That's crazy."
"We're young," she says with a shrug. "Isn't now the time we're supposed to be having fun?"
"I guess so." I laugh. "What is going on?"
"I don't know," she says. "Maybe we've been good girls for too long."
"I guess so. Shit, so you're going to go out with him tonight? Where are you going?"
"I don't know. But if all goes well, I might invite him over tonight if you don't mind."
"I don't mind, but are you okay with me being here or…"
"Of course," she says. "As long as you're okay being here."
"I think I'll be okay being here, right? Nothing crazy's going to go down, is it?"
"I cannot promise anything," she says as she takes another strawberry. "All I can say is that I'm going to let the night take me where it will. Are you going to text Kingston?"
"Oh, hell no," I say, shaking my head. Though, as I say that, my phone beeps.
"I'm getting in the shower," Elisabetta informs me.
"Okay," I say as I pull out my phone. I see I have a message from Kingston. I open it.
"About those files…" I groan as I read it.
"It's not Monday morning yet," I send back immediately.
"I need you to finish them first thing tomorrow."
"Um, okay. You could have told me this tomorrow."
"No, because I need you to come in early."
"I roll my eyes, "How early is early?"
"I think 5 a.m. should do it."
"Keep dreaming, Kingston."
"Nah, I'd rather keep fucking," he responds.
"Totally inappropriate."
"Sorry. You're right. So I'll see you at 5:00 in the morning?"
"Unlikely. Goodbye." I power the phone off, shake my head, then place my bowl in the kitchen sink and run my fingers through my hair.
I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, and I don't know what the fuck Elisabetta is doing either.
We've both lost our minds. Absolutely lost our minds.
And the crazy thing is, I don't even care.
I feel like I'm finally living. I feel like I'm finally experiencing life.
I power my phone back on and call Lila.
"Hey," she answers, gasping for air. "What you doing?"
"I was just calling to see what you're up to today. I'm not interrupting you, am I?"
"No, I was just on the treadmill, so I'm very grateful for the interruption," she says. "I don't have plans today. I think Max is meeting up with Gabe, and Marie might be interviewing with him or something? So if you want to hang out…"
"Perfect," I say. "I have so much to tell you."