Page 59 of Book Boyfriend
Just when we think hair might be pulled, they hug it out instead. Then Chloe leans forward and whispers something in her ear. She covers her mouth, laughs, and nods. Chloe leans on the bar as Oliver’s date stomps over to him. She’s yelling at him and pointing to Chloe. Chloe waves. Then she picks up Oliver’s drink and tosses it in his face.
Fisher slaps his knees and laughs.
She says one more thing to Oliver and he turns pale. She walks back over to Chloe and high fives her before she struts out of the room. Oliver chases after her, flicking Chloe off as he runs.
“Shall we go say goodbye now?” Fisher asks.
“Definitely.”
She smiles as we approach. “You sure do know how to keep things interesting.”
“Oh, Fish, you know I don’t play.”
“What happened?” I ask.
“Let’s just say I let Oliver feel me up a little. Then I let his girl know what happened. She was really pissed when I told her he asked me to go out to his car for a quick one.”
I cover my eyes in embarrassment. I can’t believe I was married to that.
“She said she appreciated me telling her. Then I whispered that I was a transgender but still had a penis.” She shrugs. “I enjoy watching assholes get what they deserve. Are you getting ready to go?”
“Yeah, I’m tired. I hate wearing heels. I’m not very good at being girly.”
“Hey,” Luna says, rushing over. “You leaving?” she asks.
“Yeah, I’m beat.”
She winks at me and I roll my eyes but grin at the same time.
“Chloe, you’re not leaving yet, are you?”
“Hell no, girl. Let’s dance.”
They take off to the dance floor waving goodbye to us. The lights are down low and the band is clearing out. They’re playing current hits, and Chloe and Luna are the only two dancing. I didn’t even know they’d met.
Fisher holds out his hand to me and loosens his tie. I stumble walk a few steps. “Take them off if they hurt.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I remove my shoes and sigh in relief. He picks them up and carries them to my car.
“I hate that we didn’t drive together. Will you call me when you get home?” he asks.
“Oh. Do you work tomorrow?”
“No.”
“Oh.” I pick through my purse like I can’t find my keys. I don’t know how to do this.
“Why do you ask?”
I shrug. “I wondered if maybe there was a chance you’d want to maybe . . . come over?” I gaze up at him through my eyelashes, almost afraid to hear him say no.
He takes a step closer to me. “You want me to come over?”
I sigh. Why does he have to make this so hard? “That’s what I said, didn’t I?”
He smirks. “I didn’t know if I heard you right. It’s late. What would we do once we got there?” He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I thought we could play Monopoly. What do you think?”
