Page 29 of Iris
“Iris, fuck the dance. This is about your future. The dance can wait until you figure this out, alright?” Mom always knows what to say to set her kids on their paths. “Now, tell Igor hello for us and tell her I adored her book! I’ve got to get dinner cooking. Call me if you need more lecturing.”
“Right. Have a good night, Mom. Love you.”
We hang up and I stare down at my phone. I decide I need to jump in with both feet and stop treading water.
Setting up a group text with Dorian and Noah, I take a deep breath before sending it.
I would really like to talk to everyone. Dorian, would you add Kieron to our conversation?
Only a few seconds later Dorian replies by adding Kieron.
This mating spell is messing with my magic.This text is going to take forever, even if I give the cliff note version.Can we all meet up to talk tomorrow morning?
They all agree to meet up at my shop early in the morning. I sent a separate text to Noah, letting him know we are still on for tonight. He sends back a meme with a guy dancing on a pole. I have no idea what that means. It has me smiling, though.
Igor is on the counter across from the bar. “Hey! Closed up. No victims, alas. Maybe next time you let me close, I can get one or two for new fertilizer.”
Snorting, I push away from the bar. “Right. Thanks, for closing up. I’ve gotta get ready for Noah. He said he’d be here about thirty minutes after closing. He didn’t tell me what we’re doing. Want to help me pick out a casual outfit?”
“DO I EVER!” Igor’s voice rings out through the apartment as I go into my room laughing. She is already on the nightstand. “Ok, what are we talking? Casual like just woke up? Casual like jeans and a tank? Or ‘casual’,” she does an air quote with her leaves, “like sexy, fuck me casual?”
“We just need casual jeans and a comfortable shirt. You pick the shirt.” She would probably pick a graphic tee but I don’t have any that have naked guys on them, so I’ll be okay. I think.
“Awesome!” Igor has already disappeared into my closet after I pull out a pair of dark jeans that I lay out on the bed.
“I’m going to take a shower, make up, the whole sha-bang and I’ll be done in a few.” I lock the bathroom door so she can’t come in.
My shower takes about five minutes since I'm rushing. My hair takes longer to dry, but it looks amazing when I'm done with it. Whoever invented the hair dryer, I love you so much. Light makeup, just some tinted Chapstick and mascara and I'm ready to face the world!
Well, Noah.
Igor is back to sitting on the nightstand when I come out. She’s lain the chosen shirt next to the jeans. it's a soft pastel purple with flower embroidery (like all of my clothes). Igor is softly snickering but don’t say a word. I don’t recognize the shirt, but then again, I’ve had a lot going on lately.
The jeans are comfy as I pull them on over my panties. When I reach for my bra, Igor starts laughing.
“You can’t wear a bra with this one.”
My eyelid twitches. “What do you mean, I can’t wear a bra?” Picking up the shirt, I don’t see why I can’t until I turn it around. There’s no back. It ties at the top and is then hooked at the very bottom. The sleeves are long but cut down the middle to make them flair out. “When did I buy this?”
“You didn’t. I did. All of your clothes are so nun-like. You needed a little UMPH and hubba hubba!”
I wonder if I will ever go a week without a facepalm moment with Igor. I don’t have time to find something else, so I’ll have to go with it. Noah has texted while I was in the bathroom. He’d been on his way, so he’ll probably be here any second.
The no bra thing is going to take some getting used to. These girls aren’t huge but they are still a good handful. Not to mention my back flab. I can have a mini freak out later. No time now.
The shirt is comfortable as I pull it on. There’s even some padding for my breasts so they have a little support. Igor has to help me with hooking the bottom. When we are done, I stand in front of my mirror.
“It’s actually not that bad.” My hands cover the skin on my stomach that’s poking out because the shirt is a bit short; it ends a few inches above where my jeans fall at my waist. “Well, this will be a good way to find out if Noah really does like me.”
“Thatta girl.” Igor is looking out the window. “It looks like Hamburger Buns has arrived and mmmm mmmm. He is lookin’ delicious. Like, I would even lick his face. But don’t tell him I said that.”
I lose it. I'm laughing so hard I can’t stop even as I move from my bedroom to let Noah in. Noah’s eyebrow goes up as he grins at me as I continue to laugh.
“Sorry…” I move to the kitchen. “Let me...just get some...water.” My laughter starts again as I see Igor sitting on the counter.
She huffs but I know she is proud of herself since her leaves are all puffed out. The water helps me calm down enough that when I face Noah again, I'm able to smile at him.
“Hi.”
