Page 30 of Every Inch of You
I had told Sebastian and Marnie from work that I’d meet them for drinks, and I was finally ready to leave the house, now that I knew my girl’s digestive system was on track. Sebastian had a friend in town who was supposedly dying to meet me, and it seemed like just what I needed to get my mind off of the V-word.
But then the V-word sent me a text:About to leave a party with twenty-three year old blonde guy who says I’ve got a “smokin’ hot bod” and that I have “blowjob lips.” He said to give his compliments to my parents and my personal trainer. Probably won’t tell my parents about the blowjob lips part. That’s the only reason I’m texting you. Goodnight.
I immediately wrote her back:Where are you? Text me address, I’m coming to get you.Idiot.
I called Sebastian to tell him I had an emergency friend situation so I wouldn’t make it todrinks.
It tookme five minutes to find parking in the Boise neighborhood where Vivian was being a drunk idiot. It had taken her several minutes to text me the address, and I’m pretty sure someone else had typed it for her. I was so glad that I had outgrown the partying phase of my life, and then I remembered that I was only twenty-six. Owning a business agesyou.
There were a lot of people outside the party house, smoking. If I had lived on that street I probably would have called the cops as soon as the clock struck 11:01. I nodded at people as I walked up the path to the front door. I heard one woman say “holy shit” beneath her breath when she saw me. It still made me a little uncomfortable, being ogled. It’s not like I was a celebrity or something. I entered the house without knocking, because no one would have heard meanyway.
A Black Keys song was blaring from the record player, and some people were watchingGhostbusters. That’s where I’d have planted myself if I were a guest here. I looked around for Vivian. I considered calling her, but I didn’t expect her to be paying attention to herphone.
A cool-looking woman with lavender-colored hair was staring at me and pointing her finger. “I know who you are,” she said. She was trying pretty hard to stand up straight. “You’re HotBrad.”
“Depends who you ask,” I said. “Do you knowVivian?”
“Are you here to have sex withher?”
“I’m here to take her home so she doesn’t have sex withanyone.”
“Booo! Go away. She’s movingon.”
“Ohreally.”
“Nah. She’s waiting for you on the greensofa.”
Vivian was on the green sofa, sandwiched between two dudes who weren’t old enough to rent a car, both of whom were talking to her even though her eyes were closed. Neither of them were blonde, so perhaps Blowjob Lips Guy had gone home with someone else. She was wearing a red scoop neck sweater and a push-up bra. Her breasts looked outstanding, and I was surprised only one guy wanted to take her home tonight, although there were probably more that she hadn’t told me about. She did look smokin’hot.
“Ready to go?” I said, loud enough to jolt her out of her drunken reverie and to intimidate the two dirty dogs that were flankingher.
She smiled and stood up so fast that the guys on either side of her fell into each other. She put her arms around me and pressed herself against me. “Youcame!”
“You must be cold,” I said. I immediately put my coat on her and buttoned itup.
She giggled. “You’re dressing me. You should be undressing me. You’re theidiot.”
“You’re not wrong,” I muttered, hoping she wouldn’t hearme.
“I love your beanie,” she said, adjusting my knitted cap. “I lovebeanies.”
“Don’t touch thebeanie.”
She stopped touching the beanie and started running her fingers across my stubble. “Are you here to have sex with me?” She was trying to make her voice husky, but she wasyelling.
“No. I’m here as yourfriend.”
“You aren’t nice enough to be myfriend.”
“I’m very nice. I’m helping you to not make a terriblemistake.”
“You’re helping you to me not make…nice…mistakes…” She was drunker than I thought she’dbe.
“You didn’t drive here, didyou?”
She shook her head. “Frankiedrove.”
“Frankie with the purplehair?”
