Page 9 of His Naughty Waitress
Chapter6
Missy
Iswipethe phone to end the call, heading back to my bedroom to start packing. Opening my closet door, I take out two almost identical cocktail dresses from my closet. These are two of the outfits I wore to the Macy’s job I used to have. I step over to the mirror behind my bedroom door, and hold each one in frontofme.
Neither of them seems appropriate for an evening over at the famous Neville mansion, but fuck it. It’s Saturday evening. No clothing stores are open anyway. I look at the dresses again. The one with the asymmetrical neckline wins out. Returning to my closet, I put the other dress back, find pajamas, some sexy lingerie, a few other outfits to round out the trip, and the usual overnightessentials.
Dressed in a pale blue dress with tan cowboy boots with my hair pulled up in a bun, I check the mirror again. This works. As Rosa-Beth is way better at applying makeup, I leave my face alone. She promised to meet me over at my bestie Tanya’s place so we can get ready together. I zip up my travel bag and lift it to one shoulder, throw on my winter coat, and grab my purse and keys. It’s time to pick up thegirls.
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“It’ll fit,”Tanya shouts as she slides the zipper up my back. Apparently, Rosa-Beth has cozied up with Tanya enough to convince her that my taste in evening wear is not going to cut it for tonight. They decide to stuff my size eight body and size ten ass into a size six slinky, tight, way-too-short cocktail dress that leaves nothing—and I mean not a damn thing—to theimagination.
“I don’t think my brain is getting enough oxygen,” I tell her. I’m serious, but sheignoresme.
“See?” Tanya turns me around to face her bedroom mirror. “It’s perfect. I’m so glad you got us an invite, hun. After this ugly breakup with Randy, one door closes, so now my two legs can open. If we’re getting laid tonight, it’s our civic duty to lookmemorable.”
Rosa-Beth giggles from her spot on the bed, to which Tanya announces, “You too, miss collegegraduate.”
“No way, Tanya baby. I’m going for the experience…just so I can say that I’ve been to the Neville lodge. Missy, do you even remember all those times Dad would take you up there to do repairs around their lodge when you werelittle?”
“No. How oldwasI?”
“Four or five, maybe? He never took me along because I was in grade school all day, and you were in that half-day kindergarten program. Can’t you remember? You would come home with all these stories. Like once, you told us you wanted a football for Christmas, because one of the Neville boys taught you to spiral a football while Dad was workinginside.”
“That’s so strange, because I don’t evenrememberthat.”
“Well, you were young. And at home, you’d say they were your boyfriends when we played house. Can’t you remember? I’d tell Dad that if you were old enough to have an imaginary boyfriend, then I wantedonetoo.”
None of this rings a bell, but I start to believe this is why Carter seemed so familiar to me. “Interesting,” Imutter.
“It was a long time ago,” Rosa-Beth continues. “Anyway, I’m going with you ladies to kill time. Nothing more. You both know I can’t do the random sex thing. I’m way too emotional to let some strange guy put his happy stick up myhoo-hah.”
Tanya waves a finger in Rosa-Beth’s direction. “Don’t give me that. We all know you’re dying for some action. Admit it. You’ve been horny as hell since you got back fromcollege.”
It hits me that my sister is probably being more reserved because I’m in the room. I roll my eyes and turn from side to side in the mirror, entertaining the idea of wearing this skimpy piece offabric.
“Just because I’m horny doesn’t mean I should spread my legs for these guys,” Rosa-Bethfinallysays.
Tanya shakes her head frenetically in disagreement. “No, you’re going to spread your legs, because if one of them wants you, you can work the angles for moreLouboutins.”
I grin, reminded that Tanya is a bad influence onusboth.
She puts on an expression that confirms she is dead serious. “Listen ladies. I was up at one of their parties last year. It was insane! They threw around wads and wads of cash just because they felt like it. I’m not talking dollar bills…I mean hundreds. I don’t know about you two, but if they do that again, me and my sexy ass will be dropping to the floor and stuffing Benjamins every place that has room…down my cleavage, up in my panties, wherever they’ll stay until I can get them out the door and into my landlord’s hands to make thismonth’srent.”
That detail helps to explain why one of the douchebags offered me twenty grand to chill with them. I can’t admit this to Tanya and Rosa-Beth, especially not the fact that I told him tofuckoff.
“I’ll be right there with you,” I agree, scowling over at Rosa-Beth. “We need the money, thanks to my dear shopaholic sister.” My sister cringes. She won’t like what I have to say next. “Look sis. You don’t have to be prim and proper just because I’m here, and definitely don’t be shy tonight at the lodge on myaccount.”
Tanya adds. “Just don’t agree to any dates after this weekend is over. It’s simpler that way. No seconddates.”
“Why?” Rosa-Bethasks.
Heck, I’m curious too. This evening can be considered a second date with Carter, loosely speaking, if I can call our restroom tryst afirstdate.
“They only come up here once or twice a year. They’ve also got a track record. None of them have ever hooked up with our town’s riffraff after their tripsaredone.”
“How would youknowthat?”
