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“Please,” he insists.
“No. Father would want me to do it.”
“Father just had a heart attack. We need to make this decision.”
“You do realize Chadwick Archibald is presenting, don’t you? He’s dopey, with a face full of pimples. I got this”
“The Archibalds have a mouth full of venomous fangs.”
“I’m going to do this, Slate, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Without another word, I grab my luggage, set it on the floor, and extend the handle. Rachel grabs her own bags, and approaches Slate, glaring into his eyes.
“I wonder what Idaho boys are made of.” She winks.
He gives her a look I’ve never seen before on his handsome face before looking quickly away.
Slate hates sloppiness, and if there is any adjective that best describes Rachel, it’s sloppy. From her love life to her cluttered workspace.
Rachel and I walk past my brother, out of my room, and make our way to the ground floor to hail a taxi.
Next stop: airport.
Alysanne
You needto go back to your room,the logical side of my brain reasons.
Instead, I take another pull of my beer and listen intently as Rachel describes her recent breakup.
“I’m so fucking done with men,” she says morosely. “I really liked this guy. For once, I thought it was going to work.”
“That’s what you get for dating frat boys.”
“Youlivelike you’re eighty, so of course you would say that. I imagine Edgar wore his socks to bed.”
I won’t dignify telling her she’s right.
Rachel makes eyes with a guy a short distance away, stretching up her arms so her skimpy top shows a sliver of the underside of her breasts.
Trashy hot has always been her style, and she wears it well. It drives Slate mad, angry that she in some way represents our family because she’s my assistant.
I, on the other hand, have opted for a little black dress that shows off my legs.
“I can’t afford to be sloppy like you.” I slosh my beer around like it’s fine wine, more out of habit than anything. “I had my fun, but now I need a reasonable, respectable man to compliment my lifestyle.”
“Reasonable? Respectable? I guess with who you’ve been dating, you don’t have to worry about showing up in the tabloids. Instead, you’ll be on the cover of AARP.”
I snort beer out of my nose and curse Rachel to hell and back as she laughs at me.
“It’s not that bad. They really know how to treat a lady. They hold doors, initiate respectable conversations, give great gifts.”
“Do they eat pussy?”
My mouth gapes, though I should hardly be shocked.
“Don’t even act like you’re offended. Remember that time you bought assless chaps so you could ‘ride his face like a cowgirl?’”
“You mean before the spring break video?”
