Page 23 of Bottle Rocket
Her phone buzzed on her coffee table. It was a group text with her siblings.
Sasha:Bitch, you did not tell me that your virginity taker was a stone cold fox.
Rosie groaned. She’d given Sasha most of the dirty details this morning. She’d been too excited about it, and the safest person to tell was Sasha.
She would have preferredthisconversation not include their menace of a younger brother, however. Benji had recently turned twenty-five, was in one of the healthiest relationships she’d ever witnessed, and had a job he loved, but Rosie still saw him as a boy who needed his oldest sister.
Benji:Ummm, excusez-moi? Rosie finally lost her virginity?
Rosie:Please tell me you weren’t weird when you met him, Sasha.
Benji:Wait a minute? How cum Sasha got to meet some hot mystery ex?
Benji:Come*
Benji:That was an unfortunate autocorrect.
Sasha:I can assure you, I am never weird.
Benji:I’m so jealous. This is unfair.
Rosie:How was the meeting?
Sasha:It was good. He’s going to make us awesome raunchy promo art, and I’m excited for the pop-up shop. His shit is gonna sell!
Benji:He’s an artist? What medium? What is his stuff like?
Sasha:I gave him lube.
Rosie:Oh my God, Sasha! Why? That is so inappropriate!
Sasha:No it’s not. We sell lube. It was a promo sample. I would have given any visitor to the office one.
Sasha:I also told him to be nice to you.
Sasha:That was less appropriate.
Benji:Who the fuck is this guy? Give me his Insta. I wanna look up his art! And his face.
Rosie:I’m gonna murder you, Sasha. I can’t believe you said that to him.
Benji:Hello? Can you see my texts?
Benji:Am I even in this convo? Why are you ignoring me? [crying emoji]
Rosie groaned and tossed her phone to the other side of the couch. Sasha was such a Judas sometimes. After a few seconds, she picked the phone back up, ignored the ten new messages from Benji and Sasha, and dialed Leo.
“Hello, Rosie Posey.”
“Why do you call me that?” She had a big, ridiculous grin on her face.
“Because it’s cute.”
“You are,” she said, teasing.
“Oh, I know. I’m cute, and you’re a firecracker. You’re way out of my league.”
Despite the flirting, she didn’t think Leo wascute. Not with the tattoos and piercings and dark intensity. No. Leo Whittaker was sexy.
