Page 10 of You Again
“Not for your lack of trying,” she retorted.
“You’re a horrible big sister,” I threw back.
“The worst,” she agreed. “Now, why did you call?”
“You can’t laugh,” I said first, laying down the rules. “Absolutely no laughing.”
“No can do, Hen,” she replied. “If I can’t laugh at you, who can I laugh at?”
“Mom and Dad really should have given us a third sibling, so we could have options,” I mumbled.
“They really should have,” she mumbled back.
Okay.
Time to bite the sibling bullet. “Remember Dash?”
“Hotel Guy? Sure, I remember.” She needed to quit calling him that. Seriously.
“I have an appointment with him and his brother tomorrow,” I told her ignoring the need to correct her on his name.
“Uhm, what?”
“I have an appointment with him and his brother tomorrow,” I repeated. Impressive silence followed, and I had to pull the phone away from my face to see if we were still connected. We were. “El?”
“And you’re…are…you…an appointment?” she asked. “Does that mean…well, Hen, an appointment implies services rendered and payment, right?”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course, I’m getting paid,” I scoffed. “I don’t do this to build character, Ellie. How else am I supposed to pay my bills?”
It was her turn to scoff. “Then why did you sound so offended when I asked if you were in jail? It’s possible, you know.”
What the hell?
“Why would I go to jail for doing my job?”
“Prostitution is not exactly legal, Henley.”
What.
In.
The.
Hell?
“Prostitution?”I screeched. “What are you talking about, Ellie?”
“You said you had anappointmentwith Hotel Guy and his brother, Henley!” she screeched back. “Most people refer to threesomes as harmless fun, notappointments.”
“Threesomes? I amNOThaving a threesome with them!” I didn’t know what was shocking me more; that my sister thought I’d have a threesomes-albeit they were both gorgeous as sin-or that she so easily believed that I could be a prostitute on the side.
“I’m confused,” she muttered.
“Let me unconfuse you,” I bit out, then told her about Mr. Peridy giving me the Weston Technologies account and what I found during my research.
The ungrateful, horrible wench laughed.
“It’s not funny,” I snapped.
