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“Rude, rude!” Erica says. “I’m sorry, this is just too much.”

“I just feel like…I feel like you’re going to win a Grammy one day.” Sabrina tries to save the moment while shooting Erica a look.

I have no idea why she’s trying to pretend like she thinks he’s talented, but I’ll let her go with it.

A server approaches the table with a gold bucket filled with ice and a bottle of champagne.

“Here’s the bottle of Dom Perignon.” She places it down on the table proudly. “Would that be four glasses or six?”

“Hi, I’m Racida.” She looks at me and Miles. “I’ll be your server. Are you with this party?”

“No, they’re not,” Sabrina says. “We’re on a double date, and they’re just interlopers who are here because they couldn’t get dates tonight.”

“Yeah, that’s why we’re here,” I say, chuckling.

“Dom Perignon? Very nice.” I look over at Erica and Sabrina. “Classy.”

“Well, you know, our men like to spoil us,” Sabrina says. “Right, darling?”

Rudolpho looks back at her. “I ain’t paying for that shit! How much is it, Racida?”

“Well, this bottle is eight hundred and fifty dollars, but…”

“I ain’t got no eight hundred and fifty dollars! I barely got forty dollars to my name,” Rudolpho says.I hear Erica groan loudly. Isneaka glance at Sabrina, and the look on her face resembles mortification. I've seen that look on her face before. I would never forget it. I wink at her as Rudolpho exclaims he's no ATM, and it takes everything in me to not burst out laughing.

Chapter Nine

Sabrina

"Just frigging kill me now," I mumble under my breath as Wes gazes at me with a glint in his eyes. I feel like an amoeba under a microscope and he's studying every single atom of my being. I want to die! Actually, I want the floor to open up and swallow me whole. I don't care what happens, but as long as I disappear, I will be okay. This is worse than the time I was in my physics class and the professor asked me to explain the principle of relativity, and I bumbled on about family trees. The shame!

"What did you say, Sabrina?" Wes asks me, leaning in so that I can smell his very nice cologne. I want to lean forward and breathe him in. Fuck, I want to bite into his skin! Which makes me want to slap myself because why do I want this man so badly?

"Nothing. Just nothing," I murmur as I turn to Rudolpho.

"I hope you're not a golddigger." He shakes his head.

"You don't have gold, so it would suck if I was, wouldn't it?" I respond, not caring if I sound rude. He sucks, his friend sucks, this date sucks, and I don't care who knows it. It's obvious to me that Wes knows this date is not leading to a relationship oranything good. I look over at Erica, and she wrinkles her nose. She lets out a deep sigh and taps Steve on the shoulder.

“So, what about the oysters and the caviar we ordered that you were both happy about?” She pauses. "That you encouraged us to order, in fact."

“You girls are twenty-first-century women, right?" Steve mutters. "We’re going to go Dutch, right?”

I press my lips together. “Umm, sure. We can go Dutch, but Rudolpho said he only has $40.” Which is less than me, and I'm a brokeass.

“Well, wait a minute,” Rudolpho says, speaking up. “If you were real feminists, you would offer to pay for it all, right?”

“Yes,” Erica says, nodding. "If we had told you we were willing to do that, but we didn't."

“Yeah, but you girls are the ones who chose this place, so you should pay more.” He sniffs, his good mood completely gone. “Golddiggers."

“Excuse me!” Erica says, as she glances at me, and my heart sinks. "Like we said before, you have no gold to dig. Only crust."

“I think this is the time of the night when I should intervene.” Wes leans forward. His voice is hard, and there’s a glint in his eyes that turns me on.

“What?” Rudolpho says, looking pissed.

"The date is over. My brother and I will treat Sabrina and Erica to dinner tonight. You can both leave."

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