Page 43 of His Old Lady

Chapter 15

Faye

Faye pulled the threadthrough the hem of the shorts, made a knot, and held her arms out for Angela to cut. "Try those on and do some squats to see if I got them the right length."

"You're brilliant." Angela wiggled into the shorts. "I can't sew, and thought I'd have to return them to the store."

Stephanie held up a pair of four-inch heels and squealed. "Girl, where did you find these?"

"Montgomery Wards, believe it or not. It's amazing that what they consider bridalwear can two-time as sexy-time clothes." She grinned. "At least now, I have a couple more outfits to wear to work. A pencil skirt while topless wasn't going to bring in the tips. My closet is embarrassingly lacking anything sexy."

"That's because you're always in your jeans and flannels, digging around in the dirt." Jeanna sighed. "I wish I could've gone shopping, too."

"Save your money, and next time, we'll make a special trip to get you some clothes." She eyed the shoes. "The Fourth of July is coming up in a couple of months, you could get some sequins and maybe some tassels and decorate one of your old outfits and make it new without it being gaudy."

"A man will take gaudy over a plain Jane any day." Jenna laughed.

"All you're thinking about are the tips." Angela walked across the room, kicking her legs, bending down, and keeping her fingers on the edge of her shorts. "I think they're short enough now."

"Yeah, if you want to show your coochie." Jenna raised her brow. "At least you shave."

"Oh, my God, girl." Angela fell over onto the couch, letting her amusement consume her. "I'm bald and proud."

"Oh, remember that chick at that dive we went to when we were getting ideas on what to do after we left the lounge? Every time she danced in front of the men, they all leaned back as if they'd get caught in her pussy hair." Angela gagged.

Faye laughed, holding her stomach. "Stop. I'm going to pee."

"Seriously, she could've put a man's eye out with one single pubic hair...straight to the eye." Angela held her fingers four inches apart and shivered. "Someone needed to tell her that Nair is a girl's best friend."

"Oh, man. That was a crazy night." Stephanie slunk into the chair, putting her clothes back in the bag. "I hope Kingston Bar doesn't turn that rowdy."

"If it does, we're out of there. Lance knows that. I think our first night went okay. He seemed protective in a non-creepy way." Faye stood, taking one more sip of the wine they were sharing while they worked on the costumes. "I need to use the bathroom."

"Me, too." Angela followed her out of the room.

Leaving the bathroom door open, she went inside and used the toilet. Angela stayed on the other side of the halfway partition, blocking the area from the sink and shower.

Looking in the mirror, Angela said, "So, are you going to tell us who that sexy, older biker-guy was that pulled you out of the bar on Saturday night?"

"You came into the bathroom to ask me that?" She finished and flushed, pulling up her jeans.

"Mm." Angela turned her. "I figured you couldn't avoid the question if I asked in here."

She turned on the faucet and washed her hands. "He's an old family friend."

"I thought you didn't have any family."

"I don't." She dried her hands. "Not anymore."

It was too hard to explain her past or that she still had an uncle, but he was serving a twenty-five-year sentence and wouldn't be released until she was thirty-three years old and seemed like she had a lifetime to go until she reached that age.

"Well, that must be nice to reconnect with someone close to you."

"Mm-hm." She raised her brows. "Do you think the others are going to want dinner?"

Angela shook her finger. "Nice change of subject and I'll let you get away with it tonight. But we're not done talking about Mr. Sexy and the way he looked at you."

She rolled her eyes, her stomach fluttering. "He wasn't looking at me."

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