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“Okay, so you’re just wanting to have a casual hook up thing.” This is more painful that the time the novocain wore off before my root canal was finished.
“Exactly. So do you think this dress will send that message to him?”
I bark out a laugh. Because if I don’t laugh, I’ll probably do something super embarrassing like groan, because I’d consider that mission accomplished.
I’ve seriously got to get a grip. Faye and I have become really good friends again. And Andrew is mybestfriend. Can’t forget that very important detail.
“You look great.” Then, my mouth speeds ahead of my brain and I add, “But you don’t need a dress to make someone want to be with you. You always look good.”
This makes a tiny flush bloom on her cheeks, and she smiles fully, teeth and all. I take this as her being pleased with my compliment and, as always, I feel high from this reaction from her.
“Then I’d say we have a winner,” she says.
I wish I had an industrial freezer I could sleep in tonight.
19
Faye
When the Uberlets me out on a deserted street next to a warehouse on the outskirts of downtown, I’m convinced that instead of going on a date with a man who might be a little too into himself, I’m about to be murdered. The only movement I catch is some type of small-to-medium-sized animal rummaging around a tipped-over city trash can.
This is what happens when you start dating again. You end up so desperate to get laid that you find yourself standing alone, with nothing but you and the sickening realization that this is where your actions have led you.
I check my phone to see if Cameron has texted me and I see a message from Rett.
Rett: Where the fuck are you?
At least I had the good sense to share my location with her before leaving my apartment tonight.
Faye: Cameron said he knew some kind of exclusive chef’s table they do here.
I’m now wondering if exclusive is a code for some type of weird cannibalism thing. Fresh, frightened flesh of a young, dumb woman coming right up.
Rett: You need to leave.
I see headlights in my periphery and decide to move so that I’m pressed against the building just in case it isn’t Cameron. The car stops a few feet from where I’m standing, and he gets out of the car.
Faye: Cameron just got here.
“Faye? Is that you?” he asks, approaching where I’m standing.
I step out of the shadows. “Yes, it’s me.” I wave awkwardly. “Hi.”
He gives me a hug, enveloping me in a waft of cologne. It smells good, maybe a little overpowering.
“Sorry I’m late. Had to cover someone’s shift.”
And he didn’t think to let me know so I wouldn’t be standing alone out here? “No worries.” I gesture to the building. “Is this the right place?”
“Yep, it’s just this way.” He takes my hand and leads me to a door on the side of the building. He knocks and shortly after a man appears.
“Name?” he asks.
“Brooks,” Cameron says.
“This way, please,” the man responds.
Cameron gestures for me to step in ahead of him. We’re led through a damp hallway and then down a pair of rickety metal stairs to another closed door.
