Page 70 of Love Undiscovered
“That. Was. Hot. Remi,” she says.
“That guy is trouble, Connie,” I tell her as I board the elevator.
“That only makes it hotter,” she says as the doors close.
* * *
I meet the girls for dinner Wednesday, anxious to fill them in on Tuesday’s date. For no other reason than to prove that I’m holding up my end of the bargain. They’re both already there when I arrive. My favorite thing about being the last one to arrive is that my margarita is already there.
“Ladies,” I say in greeting as I sit down. “Kat, you look fantastic.” She’s wearing a longer scarf around her head, with the ends pulled down over her one shoulder and twisted, like a side ponytail. She’s got a black floppy hat on over that, accessorizing an outfit of cuffed boyfriend jeans, black ankle boots, a loose white tee, black belt with a killer silver buckle, and a long tan cardigan.
“Thank you,” she says. “As do you. I love that blouse!”
“I’m doing casual Friday, just on Wednesday,” I say gesturing to my slim fitting blue plaid capris and white cap sleeve button-down, and white tennis shoes.
“If that’s casual Friday, then what do I wear every day?” Lexie asks.
“Wine-making clothes,” Kat says of Lexie’s jeans andLovestonebranded t-shirt and ball cap.
“Hmmm,” Lexie says, not sounding totally convinced.
“You always look good, Lex,” I say. “You have that natural effervescence that shines from within no matter what you wear.”
“Thanks!” She blows me a kiss.
“So, how was lunch yesterday?” Kat asks.
“It was good, I introduced him to Adamo’s.”
“Oh, I love that place,” Lexie says.
“And?” Kat asks.
“And, I’m seeing him again on Saturday, which will make three times. So start getting ready to eat your words.”
“Come on, Remi, this isn’t all about the bet. Isn’t it nice getting to know someone?” Lexie asks.
I really want to tell them about the kiss. At the same time, I don’t want to tell them about the kiss. Just like I do and don’t want to tell them about how he periodically texts me just to say something nice that always makes me smile. And how much I’m looking forward to our date Saturday night.
I’m so fucked.
“When you have a pair of Louboutins on the line, we’ll talk about whether it’s all about a bet,” I say.
“You can act all hard-ass if you want to,” Kat says. “But we know you, and there’s something you aren’t telling us.”
“You’re right,” I say. “There is something I’m not telling you. He had this ridiculous list of questions for us to ask one another.”
“That’s so cute,” Lexie says.
“What kind of questions?” Kat asks.
“You know. Like do you like coffee or tea? How often do you visit your family? Stuff like that.”
“What did you tell him?” Lexie asks.
“Coffee, of course,” I say. “You know that.”
“No,” Kat says. “What did you tell him about your family?”
