grow out of."
"Thank you, Robin. Now, can you help me get my dress on without ruining it?"
"Yes, sure. You have about fifteen minutes before the cab comes."
"You don't think he'll stand me up do you?"
"Honey, if he does he won't get paid, it was his idea remember, one night to see if you were compatible, then the dinner, and afters." Robin couldn't help adding that bit. "Once you're satisfied, you pay him."
"I am so glad you find it entertaining."
"Don't worry, I'm joking. You know deep down I'm actually proud of you for doing this. It takes guts to put yourself out there."
"Even with a man who is getting paid to be nice?"
"Don't sell yourself short, it sounded like you really clicked last night. I'm sure it's not that easy with every woman who employs him."
"I still don't see him as the gigolo type."
"They’re not all like the movies you know? No fake tan and bleached white teeth. They have to blend in, the kind that escort professional women. I'm sure it doesn't always lead to sex."
"Good, because it isn't tonight."
"He hasn't seen you yet. I bet he’ll give you a freebie." Robin turned Max around so she could see herself in the full length mirror.
"Wow. is that really me?"
"Yep. All those secretaries, and assistants will be dead jealous. And not just because of your man."
Max stared at herself in the mirror, repeating Robin's words. She only wished he was her man, that this truly was a date. Could they slip back into the easy relationship they had spawned yesterday, or would it be awkward after the kiss he had given her? She pressed her lips together, feeling the lipstick coating them. It didn't make kissing easy, so he wouldn't attempt it again, not without risking smudging it before they went to the hotel where the dinner was being hosted. Pity, she thought.
Chapter Six
"You're cab is here. Do you have the address you're picking him up from?"
"Yes. Don't worry. I have everything covered."
"Apart from this." Robin slipped a condom into Max's purse.
"I won't need that." Max insisted.
"Good, then you can give it me back tomorrow morning."
Max stuck her hand in her purse, trying to find the small packet in amongst her other stuff. "I can't, what if someone sees it."
"Then they will think you're practising safe sex. More importantly they'll think you really are having sex."
"Robin."
"What? Look, take it, for my sake. I want you to have fun, and if that means fun after the party so be it. Now go."
She shooed Max, condom still in her purse, out of the apartment. Following her out she made sure she was safely stowed in the cab, when Max turned around she could still see her standing waving. She smiled to herself, feeling lucky to have such a good friend. With no real support from her family, she had become dependant on Robin for so much. And Robin never let her down.
"Here's the address," she gave the cab driver a piece of paper with Robin's handwriting on it. It was the address where Dan had said he needed to be picked up. Max expected to have to get out and knock his door, but he was waiting on the corner of the street, black suit, totally devastating, Leaving Max totally lost for words.
"Hi," he said sliding in next to her. His thigh pressed against hers in the back of the cab, which suddenly felt much too small. She swallowed hard, and smiled, the only movement she felt capable of. "You look fantastic," he added.
Still nothing. Her brain flopped around like a stranded fish.
"I wanted to get you flowers, but didn't see how that would work. So I got you this."
It was a small corsage, a thing no one had ever bought her before. Going to boarding school had meant no prom, so no prom date. It was simple touch that meant so much to her. "Thank you," she managed to say, her throat contracting, threatening tears.
"I hope you like it. I've never been to one of these things, so wasn't sure what to wear. I took some advice, and chose this. I hope it's suitable."
"You're perfect... sorry, it's
"Thank you, Robin. Now, can you help me get my dress on without ruining it?"
"Yes, sure. You have about fifteen minutes before the cab comes."
"You don't think he'll stand me up do you?"
"Honey, if he does he won't get paid, it was his idea remember, one night to see if you were compatible, then the dinner, and afters." Robin couldn't help adding that bit. "Once you're satisfied, you pay him."
"I am so glad you find it entertaining."
"Don't worry, I'm joking. You know deep down I'm actually proud of you for doing this. It takes guts to put yourself out there."
"Even with a man who is getting paid to be nice?"
"Don't sell yourself short, it sounded like you really clicked last night. I'm sure it's not that easy with every woman who employs him."
"I still don't see him as the gigolo type."
"They’re not all like the movies you know? No fake tan and bleached white teeth. They have to blend in, the kind that escort professional women. I'm sure it doesn't always lead to sex."
"Good, because it isn't tonight."
"He hasn't seen you yet. I bet he’ll give you a freebie." Robin turned Max around so she could see herself in the full length mirror.
"Wow. is that really me?"
"Yep. All those secretaries, and assistants will be dead jealous. And not just because of your man."
Max stared at herself in the mirror, repeating Robin's words. She only wished he was her man, that this truly was a date. Could they slip back into the easy relationship they had spawned yesterday, or would it be awkward after the kiss he had given her? She pressed her lips together, feeling the lipstick coating them. It didn't make kissing easy, so he wouldn't attempt it again, not without risking smudging it before they went to the hotel where the dinner was being hosted. Pity, she thought.
Chapter Six
"You're cab is here. Do you have the address you're picking him up from?"
"Yes. Don't worry. I have everything covered."
"Apart from this." Robin slipped a condom into Max's purse.
"I won't need that." Max insisted.
"Good, then you can give it me back tomorrow morning."
Max stuck her hand in her purse, trying to find the small packet in amongst her other stuff. "I can't, what if someone sees it."
"Then they will think you're practising safe sex. More importantly they'll think you really are having sex."
"Robin."
"What? Look, take it, for my sake. I want you to have fun, and if that means fun after the party so be it. Now go."
She shooed Max, condom still in her purse, out of the apartment. Following her out she made sure she was safely stowed in the cab, when Max turned around she could still see her standing waving. She smiled to herself, feeling lucky to have such a good friend. With no real support from her family, she had become dependant on Robin for so much. And Robin never let her down.
"Here's the address," she gave the cab driver a piece of paper with Robin's handwriting on it. It was the address where Dan had said he needed to be picked up. Max expected to have to get out and knock his door, but he was waiting on the corner of the street, black suit, totally devastating, Leaving Max totally lost for words.
"Hi," he said sliding in next to her. His thigh pressed against hers in the back of the cab, which suddenly felt much too small. She swallowed hard, and smiled, the only movement she felt capable of. "You look fantastic," he added.
Still nothing. Her brain flopped around like a stranded fish.
"I wanted to get you flowers, but didn't see how that would work. So I got you this."
It was a small corsage, a thing no one had ever bought her before. Going to boarding school had meant no prom, so no prom date. It was simple touch that meant so much to her. "Thank you," she managed to say, her throat contracting, threatening tears.
"I hope you like it. I've never been to one of these things, so wasn't sure what to wear. I took some advice, and chose this. I hope it's suitable."
"You're perfect... sorry, it's
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