Page 27 of Together in Harmony
So I’ll answer the question
That causes so much vexation
Do I
Make a
Noise
When I fall?
In the woods
Not at all.
Unless I’m falling for you.
I close my laptop, and then, for the first time in thirty-six hours, there is a knock on the door. It’s the UPS man. “I just need your signature please miss,” he says.
I sign and bring the package into the kitchen, with barely a limp. My ankle is way better. My palms are also in a much improved state, so it is with relative ease I take a knife and open the box.
Oh my.
Inside is a layer of tissue paper, and underneath are some clothes and a note. I pick up the note first.
“Fore are date tonite”
It must be from Lennox.
I slowly lift out a slinky sweater. It is a black fine knit, and has tiny jet black jewels sewn into it. I hold it up and realize it’s cropped. It will fall just below my boobs. The next item is a pair of glossy black leggings. They are tiny and are going to be like a second skin, size wise.
These are not the trappings of a low-key date, Lennox.
Finally, there is a pair of silver snakeskin ankle boots. Much to my relief, they are flat and not heeled. They are absolutely gorgeous, I look inside at the label and nearly have a heart attack.
Manolo Blahnik? How much had Lennox spent on these boots!
And also, how did he know my size? I slip them on and they fit like a glove.
Maybe I am overthinking all this. I’m in central Oregon, nobody I know will be around. I have a beautiful new outfit, and I’ve had a hard week so I deserve a treat. The treat being the outfit, not Lennox, I remind myself.
I talk to Einstein as I start running a bath in the tiny tub. “Do you think this is a terrible idea?”
Einstein doesn’t give me any feedback. Instead of fretting any further, I take a long bath, and put the forthcoming evening mostly out of my mind.
Lennox said it would not be intense and he’d bring me home by midnight.
I can’t decide if I am relieved, or disappointed by that.
LENNOX
Iwasn’t trying to shake my dick all over the place—I just thought having a helicopter for our date would be pretty dope. The look on Harmony's face when the chopper sets down is priceless.
And fuck, do I know how to dress a woman or what?
I watch her now, sipping on an icy vodka, and strapped into the helicopter seat. I like what those straps do to her body. I file that away for future plans.
Her white exposed midriff is biteable and those pants mold to every curve. She looks up and catches me staring.
