Page 4 of Training Maisy

Chapter 3

As Maisy prepared to go to sleep that night, she picked up her phone and called Brittany, knowing her friend would still be awake. This was confirmed when her call was answered on the second ring.

“Let me guess, you’re currently in your living room with a bunch of papers scattered in front of you and a glass of red wine in your hand.”

Maisy could almost hear the smile in her friend’s voice “Very close; I’m actually in bed, and I went for white today, not red. Right about the bunch of paper thing. Have to finish the briefs for a big client I’m seeing tomorrow.”

“Oh, maybe I shouldn’t disturb you then,” Maisy said, aware that in Brittany’s world, big clients meant million-dollar deals.

“Are you kidding? I welcome the intrusion. Was getting bored out of my skull here. So, tell me, how’s the new place?” Brittany asked, seemingly happy to take a break from work.

“Perfect actually. Everything looks just like the pictures. Hell, the kitchen is even better than I imagined it would be. Plus, it has this big-ass fridge you could almost fit a body in,” Maisy gushed, clearly happy and content in her new place. Brittany couldn’t be happier for her.

“Well, I’m really glad you love the place. Although, I am still a little bit pissed at you for just up and taking off all of a sudden. If you had waited till the weekend, I would have come with you so we could check out the place together.”

“Sorry about that. Just woke up and felt the sudden urge to take the risk. You know if I hadn’t gotten out when I did, I probably would never get out. Besides, weren’t you the one who told me to take more risks?”

“Well, yeah. Risks, as in go bungee jumping or finally wearing that dress I bought you. Not move into a place we aren’t sure if it is or isn’t inhabited by a group of serial killers who love to prey on beautiful, sexy women.”

“Stop being so melodramatic. Besides, if that were the case, I don’t think I would be in much danger,” Maisy said, a comment that showed how deeply her self-confidence had been affected by the breakup.

“I told you not to talk like that again,” Brittany chided her friend, suddenly glad Maisy had made the move. At least now she could get the chance to heal properly.

“I’m okay,” Maisy assured her friend, adding on a cheerful note, “Besides, if the guys here are serial killers, they’re definitely the cutest ones I’ve ever seen.”

“Really? We talking real-life cute, or Maisy-type cute?” Brittany asked with a note of disbelief, knowing her friend well.

“Well, let’s say Jake Gyllenhaal-cute.”

“Well, that is cute. Who is he?”

“My realtor,” Maisy said and laughed as she imagined the shocked expression that Brittany would have on her face.

“Well, that’s a surprise,” Brittany said after a few seconds. “So, when’s your first date?”

“Date? Funny. He may be cute, but he isn’t my type.”

“And define your type,” Brittany said, sounding a little bit more serious.

“For now, let’s just say nonexistent. I’m not mentally ready to deal with a relationship of any kind.”

“Okay, I understand. So, anything else?” Brittany asked, changing the subject.

“Well, I’m thinking about joining a gym,” Maisy said, unable to hide that fact from her friend. Then she waited as Brittany went silent for a few minutes.

“Okay, you’re thinking of joining a gym. May I ask why?” Brittany said, sounding a little bit wary and concerned for her friend.

“Nothing, just thinking of it; you know, trying to be healthy and all that shit,” Maisy lied to her friend, hoping her voice didn’t betray her. But Brittany knew her all too well; their friendship long enough that she understood Maisy’s real reason for wanting to attend a gym.

“Don’t tell me it was because of what that prick said.” Brittany sounded really furious now, but Maisy knew she was angry for her and not at her.

“Of course not. I’m doing this for me,” Maisy protested, but she didn’t convince Brittany one bit.

“Okay. If you say so,” Brittany said, dropping the topic for now.

“Just promise me that if you get the opportunity to have hot, steamy sex with a gorgeous guy from the gym, you won’t refuse.”

“Okay, if I get the chance to have hot, steamy sex, I won’t refuse,” Maisy said, conceding to her friend.

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