Page 3 of Kai
"Come on boy. Let's get back inside."
Snapping her fingers, she had the dog bounding towards her and up the steps.
Damn him! she thought angrily as she locked the door and reset the alarm.
"What you need is a good bout of reckless sex with a random guy," her best friend, Yvette announced as she topped off the glass. She was practically naked, the shorts inching towards indecency as they skimmed her crotch. The top was molded to her generous breasts, highlighting the fact that she was not wearing a bra. Her hair was in spikes; finger combed into a style that suited her narrow face.
Maxie had no idea how such a completely outrageous and flamboyantly beautiful woman had become her best friend. They were as different as night and day. They were having lunch at the swanky new restaurant on Picking Street, a few blocks from Maxie's store. Yvette was a model and a very popular one. She had just dumped husband number three and swore that she was off men.
"They're such heartless bastards. I think I'm going for women now." She had given her friend a considering look that had her laughing.
"Count me out. I love penis."
"Considering that you haven't been near one in oh, ages, I'm surprised to hear that."
Now, she handed her friend the full glass of Chardonnay.
"I'm working," Maxie protested.
"You're walking and by the time you reach the store, the alcohol would be out of your system. Besides, we both need the intake."
Settling back and sending a flirtatious smile towards the completely dazzled waiter, she flicked him away.
The two women turned heads when they walked into the restaurant. Maxie wearing one of her own designs, a snug fitting gold and purple wool that skimmed her knees and gold and amethyst earrings and matching chain around her neck. Her wealth of dark brown hair tipped with blonde was caught at the nape of her neck into an elegant chignon. Yvette with curves showing, the long ankle length jacket opened to reveal her skimpy outfit.
"Like I was saying--" Yvette skimmed her gaze over the outrageous necklace and earrings her friend was wearing and wondered if she could pull it off. "You need sex."
"That's your answer to everything," Maxie pointed out as she dipped into her California salad with relish.
"It usually is therapeutic." She lifted her glass to her lips and let her eyes scan the lunch time crowd. A smile curved her violently red painted lips, golden brown eyes sparkling.
"What about him?"
"Who?" Turning her head to the left, Maxie took in the suavely dressed financier who was staring at them blatantly even though he was with someone.
"Not on your life," she laughed.
"It's just sex darling and rumor has it that he's great in the sack."
"I don't care if he's Hercules in bed. No."
Her friend gave her a speculative look.
"Know what your problem is?"
"I'm sure you're going to tell me."
"You want love and romance."
Maxie toyed with the stem of her glass.
"What's wrong with that?"
"It did not work out when you were eighteen. You have to be practical." Yvette continued. "Choose the setting from the get-go. Be practical and sensible. Take the initiative and tell yourself that this is just sex and nothing more."
Maxie shrugged, swirling the last remnants of her wine in her glass before placing it back on the table.
"Maybe I'm just old-fashioned, but I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting a little commitment to go with the sex."
