Page 85 of I Won't Be In On Monday

"Remington, what..."

"Just be patient, my darling. I'll be there soon."

"Fine," I say and hang up. There's a smile on my face. Not because I'm happy that he's coming, but because I just like to hear his voice, and a part of me likes the fact that he liked mebefore I got the makeover. I mean, he didn't fall in love with me. He didn't want me to be his girlfriend or anything, but he saw me as a woman. He engaged with me as someone that he was attracted to, and that was before my transformation. I stare into the mirror at my reflection and wonder what he's going to think. I wonder if he's going to be shocked by what I look like now. If his eyes are going to pop out of his head. I wonder if I’m going to see something change in him. It makes me nervous. I don’t want him to treat me differently because now I look beautiful. I don’t want him to finally see more in me just because I have on a tight, low-cut top.

I let out a sigh. Maybe it's inevitable, though. Maybe men are only drawn to physical beauty. Maybe Remington's going to be the same. I head out of the bathroom and back to the front. "I thought you fell in," Marco says, and I just offer him a weak smile. "Damn, girl, I can’t wait to get that top off of you. I didn’t know your boobs were so big, but I guess you were hiding them with that baggy shirt you were wearing the other night.”

“I guess so,” I say, blinking at him. "So, you really just asked me out because you thought I would be an easy lay because you thought I wasn't that attractive? Is that how that went?"

"No." He looks nervous for a second as if he realizes he said too much to me. "I was just saying that, you know, I didn't realize that you were a 10. You got to admit, you did not look like this the night we met."

"But you were so nice to me. I thought you liked me."

"I mean, I'm not going to be a dickhead, right? I do want to get my dick wet." He starts laughing and puts his hand up. "High-five."

"That wasn't funny," I say.

"Look, I don't know what's going on, Juniper. I hope you're not offended by the fact that I am very appreciative that you are sexy as hell. Shit, I only bought one box of condoms. Maybe Ishould have bought two because girl, I could fuck you all night long."

"I don't really think that's appropriate. You don't even know me, and..."

"Mommy." I hear Canyon's voice and turn around to the front of the restaurant. She comes running through the doors and grabs on to me. "Mommy, there you are." I stare down at her and blink.

"Canyon?"

"Hi, Mommy. What are you doing here? Daddy said that we were going to get ice cream."

"What?" I stare at her, and that's when I see Remington walking in, a huge smile on his face. His eyes almost pop out of his head as he stares at me, and I can tell he's shocked by my new appearance. Even though he doesn't say anything, he leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"Darling, here you are. I was wondering where you went."

I lick my lips nervously. "Um, what?"

"I just want to apologize for the argument we had the other day." He looks over at Marco. "Don't tell me. You're the young man she agreed to go to dinner with just so she could make me jealous." I bite down on my lip. I cannot believe Remington is pretending he's my husband, and he got Canyon to pretend she's my daughter.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Marco says. "I'm not into any freaky shit."

I cover Canyon's ears and glare at Marco. "I'm going to leave. I think you totally got the wrong impression of what this night was going to be."

"What are you talking about? I was just about to spend twenty bucks on you, dude.”

I stare at him for a couple of seconds and then look up at Remington. Remington grabs my hand. “Come on, darling.”

“Okay,” I say. I look back at Marco, and he's frowning. "Bye. I hope you have a good evening," I lie. He glares at me as we head out of the restaurant. I'm holding Remington's hand on one side and Canyon's hand on the other. "Oh, my gosh. What did you guys do?"

"Daddy said you were on a bad date, and we needed to rescue you like we were Batman and Robin. I said I wanted to be Batman, so he's Robin." She grins up at me. “Was that your date?”

I nod slowly. “Yeah, it was.”

“He didn’t seem very nice.”

“He wasn’t very nice.”

“I’m glad we were able to save you, then. Daddy, can we get ice cream?"

"I think we can. Would you like to join us?" He looks at me, and I nod slowly before grabbing my hand away from him. I see his eyes narrow as he looks me up and down. "What did you do to yourself?" he asked in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

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