Page 4 of Off-Limits
I rush down the hallway, knowing it’s Arrie. I haven’t seen her for a few months, and I’ve missed her like nothing else. I open the door, and she is standing there with a smirk on her pretty face, her green eyes sparkling with devilry. Blowing her blonde hair out of her face, she drops her bags and jumps on me.
I start laughing. “Get off me, bitch, you’re going to ruin my makeup.”
“Sue me. I’ve missed your sweet ass. Tell me again why you decided to move to fucking Sydney?”
“You know why.” I say, pulling away to look at her. “Come on. Let’s not waste the next couple of days talking about that shit.”
She nods in acquiesce, picks up her bags, and walks in.
Leaving me in the lounge area, Arrie moves through the house and toward my room, no doubt dumping her bags on the floor. Fifteen minutes later, she finds me in the kitchen,wearing a small green dress and black platform sandals. She looks breathtaking as usual, her natural beauty only highlighted by some eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss.
Hitting my hip with hers, she sidles up and grabs the glass of margarita I just finished making for her. Turning away from me, she rests her ass on the kitchen counter and takes a sip. Her eyes close in bliss.
After a couple of seconds, she opens them and pins me with a stare.
“So, have you let that punani out to play yet?” She drawls, smirking and pointing to my crotch.
“You’re insufferable.”
“Yeah, but you wouldn’t have me any other way.”
I grin at her because it’s true.
“What about you? Are you and Adam back together?”
Her face falls and I grimace.
“Sorry.”
“It’s ok. It’s over, Dottie.”
“You’ve been saying that for five years.”
“This time it really is,” she says, her eyes deviating from mine as she takes another sip.
“You’re engaged.”
“Was.”She holds up her hand and I notice the engagement ring missing.
“It wasn’t that bad, was it?”
She half laughs, but it sounds like a sob as well.
“I asked him if he would share me, Dottie. Fucking share me. What was I thinking?”
“Oh, babe. I thought you said he was open to it?”
“He was.”
“I sense there is a but here?”
She hesitates, and I raise an eyebrow. Adam and Arrie only broke up last week, and with my head stuck in the cloudspainting, and her busy running her successful restaurant, we haven’t spoken much.
“Don’t judge me,” she points at me with a manicured dark green painted finger before sculling her drink. “I asked him if we could invite Connor.”
I spit the margarita I just sipped back in my glass.
“See!” she whines.
