Page 45 of Imperfections Seduced
“Guess who texted me right before I came over here?”
“I don’t know, who?”
She’s getting all excited, moving her shoulders up and down, turning her head from side to side to her own imaginary beat and repeating his name over and over again. “Matt Fuller, Matt Fuller, Matt Fuller.”
I can’t help but smile at her antics. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to cheer you up, is it working?”
“A little.”
“Good. Matt invited me to a party tonight. He told me to bring a friend, which means he wants me to bring you.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” I shake my head into my pillow, covering my face.
“Why not? You have anything better to do than mope and sulk around here all night like the walking dead? You have to go out, girl, have a little fun and take your mind off your troubles. Matt will be more than willing to help you relieve some stress.”
I do need to get out. Hands on her hips, she waits for me to say yes.
“I’m not telling you to sleep with him. You already did that—don’t look at me like that. Since you’ve already been there and done that, the awkwardness is out of the way.”
“I don’t know.”
“Come with me, please, pretty pretty please.”
“Fine. Where is this party at?”
“The Bronx.”
“The Bronx? Are you sure you want to go to this party?”
“Yes.”
“Which part of the Bronx is this?”
“I’m not sure. I have to text him back and get the address. It can’t be that bad—he’s thinking about buying this club with his business partner and redoing the whole thing.”
“You got this information from a mere text?”
“After you left the club with Nick, Chris, Matt, and I talked for a while. I found out he’s not only hot, he’s ambitious. He’s in the nightclub business now. He already owns one in midtown, and he and his partner are trying to open up another one. Their plan is to have a high-end upscale club in every borough.”
“Every borough?”
“Yes, I don’t know who his partner is, but he seems to be well connected and wealthy.”
“I’m happy for him that he’s doing so well. You’re right; it can’t be that bad if he’s inviting us to come out there.”
“That’s right. Let me help you pick out an outfit.” She bounces off the bed and looks to my closet and my suitcases on the floor.
“I don’t think so. The last time you helped me pick out an outfit, look what happened.”
She shifts her hips, plants both hands on them with one side of her mouth turning up in a smirk. “You got laid, didn’t you? Something you were desperately in need of, to sweep out the cobwebs. It was getting dusty down there.”
I can’t believe she just said that.
“Close your mouth, honey, you know I’m speaking thetruth. You need to let the cat out once in a while, let it breathe.” She’s making circular motions with her hips and her chest saying, “Breathe in, breathe out, work it out, work it out.”
“Bitch!” I’m trying to sound insulted, but I can’t help but laugh.
