afterwards.”
“Sophie,” she exhales.
“What?”
“I told you, he is incredible attractive, but he’s a womanizer.”
“Mar, it wasn’t anything like that,” I know that I am lying, “We just went as friends. I mean, geez, I watched a girl come out of his office when I was going in.”
“What? That’s disgusting,” she says.
“Well if it’s any consolation I don’t think he fucked her in there, just kissed her a lot.” I smirk but the fun I get out of making Mar uncomfortable with my crudeness isn’t all that fun this time, mostly because the sentence causes me to become a little jealous. I do get a good laugh when she starts to look uncomfortable though.
“How do you know?” she asks me.
“It didn’t smell like sex when I walked in.”
“ Oh that’s reassuring. Look maybe sending you to him for your case is a bad idea. We can find someone else.”
“What, why?”
“Because he’s tempting.”
“Mar, you forget that my life just brutally fell apart including my fiancée who was just using me for my money, the last thing that I am looking for is a guy but sex maybe that could work.” Bingo, the look of disgust comes onto her face, “I bet that Austin could take my mind off of things for a while.” I joke with her. Her mouth drops open as she looks to me and says,
“Soph,” Marsi was always the one who was more… well how do I put this nicely, prude.
“Oh, you don’t think that he knows what moves the ladies like.” I say winking at her.
“You’re disgusting.” She says and runs up the stairs.
“Oh, come on, Mar,” I say running up after her, “I’m only kidding.”
“Look, Soph, I’m just trying to look out for you. I want you to be happy and I kn ow that he could never do that.” She spits out spinning around to look at me.
“You don’t have to worry about that. He wouldn’t go there with me anyways.”
“Why not,” she says all of sudden defensive.
“Well, you managed to scared him off of me completely,” I think I frown a bit, “And he said that he could never look at you that way, so I can only imagine that he would think the same of me.” I know that I now sound sad.
“Soph,” she gasps.
“What?” I ask her looking away from her.
“You like him.”
“What ? No,” I stop myself from saying anything further.
“You have a crush.” She’s teasing now. “I know he can be very enticing.”
“You know though, it’s not even that though,” and I see her face fall when she sees that I’m serious.
“Well then what is it?”
“Alright, well I met him before I got here.” I confess to her.
“What do you mean?” she’s confused
“He had a case in Savannah, and that’s where I stopped to rest for the night. We were both at the same bar and started talking. I basically threw all my shit on him and he listened. He actually listened. Well he paid my tab and then left to the hotel, which I was staying at as well. I had to make sure that he knew I didn’t tell him that to make him feel pressured into paying for me.” She nods her head saying that she explains and she would have done the same thing. “So, I caught up with him, he walked me to my room, kissed me on the cheek, and walked away.”
“That’s it?” she asks me.
“No, I woke up the next morning and went to leave there was a note under my door from him.”
“What did it say?”
“I hope on day that fate will magically bring you back into my life.” I had memorized it after the many, many times that I looked over it.
“Austin wrote you that?” she asks, stunned
“Yeah, why?” I ask her.
“Well, it’s just not something he would ever say to a girl that he would just bring home.” I just shrug my shoulders at her.
Tuesday morning was something that I didn’t want to wake up and face. Sunday I could handle due to the fact that I was a little hung-over. Monday I had errands that I had to take care of, but today, I am able to just sit and wallow in my