Page 46 of Perfect Date
“Is that really what’s important right now? Because I would think it would be the fact that you were getting ready to have sexy times with your hair looking like that.”
My eyes widen, “What? Sexy times? What are you-“ I pause and move to my vanity, getting a glimpse at myself in the mirror and gasp. My hair is standing up on one side of my head - the opposite side from my stitches which clearly I favored in the night.
“You still look super hot though. Am I right, Justin? Great lingerie, right? She fills it out great, huh?”
“Oh my god! Excuse me!” I say as I rush past them and go to the restroom, finally.
As I shut the door, I hear Justin say, “And you are?”
As I hear them make introductions, I give myself a pass at being rude and not having done so, but the situation didn’t really allow for it and let’s be honest, Kimberly can more than handle herself.
Once I use the bathroom, I brush my hair and scrutinize myself in the mirror, wincing at the slight bruising and stitches on my brow as I move my hair out of the way to get a better look. Deciding to pull my hair into a ponytail, I quickly wash my face and brush my teeth aware that I am leaning into the sink for additional support. Perhaps I’m not quite as ok as I thought.
Grateful my bathrobe is hanging on the back of the bathroom door, I put it on over my lingerie and exhale in relief as I slowly walk out and hear the two of them talking in the kitchen.
Ducking back into my bedroom, I close - and lock - the door behind me, remove my robe as adeptly as possible and put on a comfy pair of yoga pants, sports bra, and tank top.
Feeling a bit more put together I leave the room and pause outside of the kitchen, having no shame in listening to Kimberly and Justin.
“So, you work together?”
“Uh, yeah. Don’t you remember seeing me when you went in for your fake cleaning?”
“Well…”
“Oh, never mind. You were distracted. More important things to do?”
“A bit…”
“It’s fine. I forgive you. I mean usually people aren’t oblivious to my presence, but it’s ok. This time.”
“My apologies.”
“So, what exactly are your intentions with this whole fake dating thing? And why did Charlie text me I’d have to see her to believe her? What does that mean?”
Not wanting to let her continue another second, I stride into the kitchen, “Thanks, for coming Kimberly, but-“
“Whoa! What the hell happened to you?” Kimberly asks, her eyes wide staring at my brow, injury on full display now that my hair is out of the way.
“Wow, she’s really perceptive, isn’t she?” Justin says sarcastically, chuckling softly.
“Did he do this?” She asks and jerks a thumb at him.
“Hey!” he objects.
“No, he didn’t do this. A fight broke out on the dance floor at the club last night.”
“A fight? What happened? Over what?”
“Like that’s what matters,” Justin says.
“I’m not sure, I just got caught a bit in the scuffle and Justin got me out of there right away.”
“Well, that’s good,” she says but I know she secretly wishes she had details. She’s nosy like that. “Does it hurt?”
“I do have a bit of a headache,” I admit.
“Oh, let me get you some Advil, where will I find it?”
