Page 16 of Man Seeking Woman

"I, uh, I need to borrow a dress and some shoes. I have a. . ." Pausing, I rocked my head on my shoulders. "A dinner date of sorts."

"A date?"

"Not a date, date, but yeah, a date."

"What the hell does that even mean? Either you have a date or you don't." Kayla placed her hands on her hips, her lids thinning.

Spinning back around, I took a few steps into her living room and sat on the arm of her couch. "I called." Tipping my head into my chest, I looked up at her.

"You called? You called who?"

Nodding, my lips turned into a frown. "You know, and he wants to meet for dinner tonight."

"You're messing with me right?" Holding out her hand, she bounced it in the air as she shifted in place. "Please tell me you're messing with me." Scrunching up my mouth, my brows furrowed apologetically. "Oh my God, El, you didn't. . ." Gripping her forehead, she shook her head side to side.

"I know, I know, and I'm sorry. I just need to see what this is, I have to. You saw the letter I got, you know how bad I need a job, maybe this could—" The toilet in her apartment flushed, causing my back to stiffen. Driving my hands into the tops of my knees, I sat up straight as Justin walked into the room.

Are you fucking serious?

Justin had his usualpiss on your paradesmile on his face, his hair perfectly manicured like he stepped out of GQ magazine. On the outside he had all the appeal that would draw women to him; the piercing blue eyes, the smooth skin, the deep sexy vioce, but his personality sucked ass.

All the looks in the world were worth nothing if the personality behind it was about as sexy as a wet paper bag.

Shooting a look at Kayla, my eyes were wide and confused. Arching her brows, the look on her face said everything. . .He talked his way back in.

"Ella, Queen Of The Under World, has a date? That guy must not have his head screwed on straight." Justin chuckled, walking to the fridge and taking out a beer.

Fuck you.

"Done with your hissy fit, Justin?" I asked. "Did your dick finally come out of your ass long enough for you to realize that you're not God?"

"You just wish you could see my dick." Scoffing, he tipped his head as if he had just put me in my place. "Kayla and I decided we were going to work things out, so long as she can keep her hands to herself and her legs closed."

"Right, because she's the one who has a problem. It couldn't be your domineering personality and fear of not having total control."

Stepping between us, Kayla held out her arms. "Stop it you two. El, come pick out something." Nodding her head for me to follow her, we went into her room.

My mind was in a tailspin. I couldn't understand how or why she would let him weasle his way back into her life. Justin wasn't worth it, she could do so much better.

I had so many questions for her, but now was not the time to dive into a heart felt conversation with my best friend about the baggage she was choosing to carry around. That was something that I'd have to do when I had more time and it was just the two of us.

"So, this dinner, is it to go over company policies or to go over sexual expectations?" Closing the door, she crossed her arms over her chest and eyed me.

"To be honest, I'm still not sure what the job is. But I did tell him I wasn't a call girl, and he still wants to meet." Kayla pulled open her closet doors, so I started sifting through the dresses. "I just want to wear something that's nice and doesn't scream soon to be broke because I can't find a job."

"I don't like this, El, it's weird."

She's right.

"It's fine, Kay, it's not like I'm going to his home or something. I'm meeting him at the Red Tavern, it's a public place." Taking out a few different dresses, I laid them on her bed. "I'm not going to leave with him, and I promise, I won't take a drink from him if the waiter didn't bring it or I didn't see it being made."

"You say that now," she said, plopping onto her bed and stuffing her hands under her thighs. "Until you wake up in a house you don't know with no idea how you got there."

"Kay—"

Cutting me off, she tried to give me a smile, but I didn't believe it. "I know you're smart, and I know you wouldn't put yourself in a position like that. But I'm sure everyone else who has been there thought the same thing."

"Got it, thank you date police." Holding up a deep purple dress, I arched my brows. "What about this one?"

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