Page 7 of Broken Pieces
She grins mischievously. “Girl, no. Finished like twenty minutes ago, though.”
“Okay, can you kick him out so I can meet you at your apartment? I'm in desperate need of girl talk.”
“Please. You know I kicked his ass to the curb as soon as we were done.” She laughs. “I'll wait for you here.”
We hang up, and I head to the grocery store, picking up some good wine and cheese before meeting her at the apartment.
When she opens the door, I groan dramatically and throw myself into her arms. “Ew, you reek of sex,” I tease.
She pushes me off and steps back, letting me in. “Fucking liar. I already showered.”
I roll my eyes as I walk to her kitchen, opening one of the cabinets and grabbing two wine glasses and a corkscrew. Jumping on the couch, I place the bottle of wine and corkscrew and glasses on the coffee table, then take my heels off to get comfortable. “Today sucked.”
“Was the meeting that bad?”
“He was an asshole, Sophia. So cocky with his arrogant good looks.”
She raises an eyebrow while reaching for the bottle and corkscrew, opening the grape fruity goodness. “Good looks, huh?”
I admit, “He was hot, okay? Even better looking in person, but I refuse to work for him. His personality sucks.”
She snickers at my comment as she serves us a hefty amount of wine in each glass then hands me one. I grab it and gulp it down, brushing my lips with the back of my hand as I hand it back to her to top it off again. Wine just takes the edge off, you know?
“Girl, slow down, it’s barely dinner time,” she jokes, pouring me another glass. “Was he really that much of a dick?”
I swirl the purple liquid, contemplating my words for a moment. “He was just so smug with his smirking and cockiness and his ‘I’m better than you’ attitude.”
Sophia takes a sip of wine and lays back on the couch, chuckling. “Sounds hot.”
Patting her shoulder jokingly, I say, “Your opinion doesn’t count; you have questionable taste in men, remember?”
She laughs dryly. “You think you’re so funny,” She places both of her legs underneath her, sitting comfortably and facing me. “But seriously, the money’s good. You should still take it and ignore him.”
“Plus, he offered me full creative control,” I confess with a tired sigh.
Her excitement spikes. “Seriously!? That’s amazing! So, definitely a yes, right?”
I shake my head, slumping my shoulders. “I can't. The money and control don't make up for the fact that he's clearly difficult to workwith.”
Or the fact that even though he was a complete dick, I found him interesting, like a mystery I wanted to solve.
“Okay, so just be a bigger person. Accept the job, be professional, and set your boundaries. He'll get the hint eventually,” she points out.
I bite my lip, contemplating. He mentioned that he knows he is not easy to work with, so he is somewhat self-aware. How bad could it really be?
“Maybe,” I say, still not entirely convinced.
I glance at the clock, and it’s already six. We’ve just been chilling on her couch, drinking some wine and watching someFriendsreruns. It’s my favorite thing to do every time my head is in overthinking mode. A good Chandler Bing joke is the best way to relax.
I get up from the couch, putting my heels back on. “I have to go. I have dinner with Alex.”
Sophia rolls her eyes. “Just ditch him.”
I let out a laugh. “You and Alex had one crazy night years ago.Let it go.” I blow Sophia a kiss before walking out of her apartment.
Arriving at Lorenzo’s, our restaurant of choice, Alex is sitting at our usual table.
“Sorry I’m late! I was with Sophia and lost track of time.”
