and down.
“We do have other customers waiting.” He reached across her and began clearing the table.
“I notice you didn’t pester the other party who arrived at the same time we did,” Kenny said, casting a glance in their direction.
“Do you know who that is?” he whispered like he was about to give them classified information. “That is the owner of the Hawks.”
“So freaking what! We’re paying just like he is.” Emily slapped a hundred dollar bill on the table, enough to cover the tab and tip, and made a bee line to the door.
“Wait up.” Kenny caught up to her. “That ingrate really hit a nerve, I see.”
“People like him always want your money but don’t want you to be seen. Did you even notice how the hostess walked us to a freaking corner table right next to the restrooms when there were plenty others in the middle of the restaurant? And how long it took him to even take our order in the first place? Not to mention the funky comment he mumbled after taking our order. The whole he knows how we never tip well so why even bother. Hell, I always tip very well. I mean, if the waiter does their job, like coming to the table and acknowledging our presence! You know what…never mind. I can’t believe I let his simple ass get my blood pressure up.” She stopped walking and crossed her arms.
“As you would say, you are a hot mess.” Kenny laughed. “Even if everything you just said was true.”
Emily couldn’t help but smile at Kenny using her words. He was a great friend.
After they said their goodbyes, she was still trying to figure him out. He needed a woman in his life. Kenny was a great guy and deserved happiness instead of always being at her beck and call.
She was one to talk. Outside of a few friends, her love life wasn’t anything to write about. “An online Madam.” The words still stung. It was what her last so-called boyfriend called her. It wanted to hear nothing of how she didn’t do any online work nor did her girls have sex with the men.
Her heart hurt at the hate in his eyes. “It’s lonely at the top.” She was now learning the true meaning of the saying. Pulling in her garage, she decided to clear her mind with a nice bath.
Inside, she poked her head in the security room. “Hey, Ryan, how’re the girls?”
“Freaky.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” She laughed.
“There’s a blonde coming to the door.”
Emily stepped farther in the room to see. She clasped her hands and smiled.
“I can get it,” she said, already out the room and on her way downstairs. She snatched open the door. “Janet? Girl! What are you doing here?” she screamed, hugging her friend. “I thought you were on your way to glamour and glitz with your first acting role?”
“I was, man, I don’t even know where to begin.” Janet broke off the hug, came inside, and flopped down on the couch.
Emily tilted her head and eyed her best friend. Janet looked like the typical surfer girl with the natural blond hair and blue eyes, but was anything but.
Kicking off her shoes, Janet leaned back on the arm of the couch like she was in a therapist office. “I showed up for the first day on the set, ready and willing to dive completely into my character. I studied my few lines the night before and knew that the deranged killer was supposed to make me his next victim as I was having sex with my boyfriend in the back of his truck in an isolated park.”
“What type of D rate movie was this?” Emily laughed.
Janet held up her hand to silence her. “Things got really strange when my co-star showed up in a robe, dropped it to the floor, and slid next to me in the truck while asking if his dick was big enough. If that wasn’t bad enough, the director was trying to coax me into different sexual positions like I was just going to have sex right there on the spot! When I kept refusing, the co-star got pissed off. He said, ‘Andres I know you wanted to make an amateur porn film, but did