Page 9 of One Last Time?
What did they both have in common? Not serious.
Vanessa was the only one of us who kind of kept herself to herself. I secretly assumed it was because she was still a virgin but never said. She dated but never talked about sex. Not like the rest of us sex-crazed sisters.
“I’m just… done. Men are such fucking assholes. And they…” My voice trailed right off as something came to mind.
A face…
A very handsome face with ice-blue eyes, dimples on dimples in the sharp, perfect angles of his face, and spiky black hair I would have loved to run my fingers through.
“Oh God…” I winced, and the damn memory of the rest of last night came flying right on back into my mind. “Oh my God… no.”Jesus Lord, no…
“What?” Abby asked. “What else happened? I was going to ask how you ended up naked on the sofa.” She chuckled.
“You don’t want to know.” I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands.
I remembered it all. Me getting drunk out of my mind, the guy coming up to me in the bar, me asking him if he wanted to sleep with me, the vomiting, him taking me home, and me taking my clothes off. He’d seen me naked, completely naked, and he left.
Why was I so hell bent on ruining my life?
God, why?
And why in the fuck couldn’t I be the kind of drunk who forgot?
“Yes, your face makes me want to know even more.” Mia laughed. “I’m sorry, and sorry about Brody, but damn, girl, you have to tell us what happened next.”
“I got wasted at the bar.”
“Your car’s not outside… Where is it?” Abby smiled.
My car… Wait… no.
My car was parked near the beach, ten minutes from The Glow. I needed my car for work.
Work!
“Oh my God!” I jumped up out of my chair and shook my head. “What time is it?”
“Eight.” Abby inclined her head to the side.
“Gawhhhhh!!! Why does this just keep getting worse and worse? I have a meeting with Dad at nine.”
Abby rolled her eyes. “Girl, please, I’m sure Dad will understand if you have to take today off.”
I didn’t know why everyone chose to ignore me when I said Dad was like the boss from hell when it came to the PR company. Again, of all of us, I was the one who had to be the most ambitious. We all worked for him in the various sectors of the business.
Me, though, I wanted to run the PR company. Just the way our guy cousins got to be the boss of the real estate companies and the teams. I wouldn’t like to go throwing accusations around and start calling my family sexist or chauvinists, but damn, it was starting to look that way to me.
It felt sometimes that Dad was nice as pie to my sisters because they didn’t really do the type of work I did. In fact, Abby didn’t really do much. I swore all she did was show up to work, and that was fine.
Mia was similar, but Dad had created a role for her. No one could really say much about a made-up role because there was no benchmark and nothing to compare it to. Me, on the other hand… I got the full Peter Cartwright grill because the only person he had to compare me to was himself.
Along with all the qualifications I had, Dad also had an MBA in Business and Marketing,andGod knew what else.
He was the bar and the standard I was trying to reach, and hell, there was no way I could be late today or take the day off.
“Can one of you guys give me a lift?” I asked. There was no time to waste. If they could give me a lift in to work, I could make it, just barely, in the rush hour traffic. “Please, I can’t get a taxi. It will take too long. I need to be there at nine on the dot.”
“I have to be at work for nine thirty. I have some new clients coming in.” Mia gritted her teeth.
