Free Double Threat My Bleep by Julie Prestsater Page B

and takes the daisy out to slip on my wrist. It matches my hair. Suddenly, the thought of Alex getting pissed at me for hugging Josh makes me feel a bit uneasy. And then I think about the flower. Does Josh know that daisies are my favorite flower? It’s nice he chose this particular one, but I wonder what Alex would think. He’d think something is up. He’d think that Josh is feelin’ me.
    Omigod. I need to stop thinking this way. Every little thing is going to make me paranoid. I look around and begin to feel nervous. I feel like there are cameras watching me. Like anything I do or say is going to be reported back to my boyfriend.
    “Do you like it?” Josh asks.
    “Oh yeah,” I reply. “It’s nice. It’s my favorite flower.”
    “I know. Your man told me.”
    “What? He did. When did you talk to him?”
    “He called me. Told me a few things to make tonight nice for you since he can’t be here.” Yeah, I wonder what else he told him.
    “Oh. That was nice of him.” Wow. He called Josh. Something just doesn’t sound right.
    “Let’s go, you guys. I wanna get there early so we can get a table,” Steph says.
    “Yeah, I can’t wait to see Mr. Marino. Omigod. Can you imagine what he’ll look like all dressed up,” Keesh gushes. “I gotta get a picture of him. You know I heard he’s only twenty four.”
    “I knew he was young,” I shout.
    “Easy, Meggie, don’t get too excited,” Jonathan teases.
    “Hey, you better check yourself, Meg, he’s mine. I figure, by the time I graduate, I’ll be eighteen and he’ll be twenty seven. We’ll date for three years and get married when I’m twenty-one and he’s thirty.” Sounds like a plan.
    “Oh really,” Jonathan says. He’s looking at her with an eyebrow raised.
    “Sorry, Jon Jon. Enjoy it while it lasts,” she tells him before slapping him in the ass.
     
    The décor in the gym is predictable. Balloons, fake candles glowing, pillows on the floor, tall bistro tables scattered throughout the place. We’re early so we get a good table right off the dance floor after taking pictures.
    “Can we join you guys?” Travis asks.
    We? I turn around and see nothing but legs. Can her dress get any shorter? I swear if it was, we’d be able to see her pubes. But this one probably gets a dang Brazilian. Maybe she is Brazilian. She’s definitely Latina of some sort, with that gorgeous tan and those smoldering eyes. Wow.
    “Sure,” I say, still unable to tear my eyes away from her.
    “Oh yeah,” Jonathan and Josh tell him, or her. They’re not looking at Travis, that’s for sure.
    Travis introduces his date to each of us. Alisha, but they call her Lee-cha, has an accent. She’s smokin’ hot in a Jessica Alba kind of way.
    “It’s nice to meet ya, but we have to go for a sec. We’ll be right back,” Keesh says, linking arms with Steph and me, dragging us away from the table.
    “What are you doing?” Steph asks.
    Keesh laughs. “Mr. Marino, I hope. In a couple of years.”
    We all chuckle.
    Omigod. She’s leading us in his direction. Yup, he looks good. He looks like a Calvin Klein model in that suit. Although, I wish he was modeling the underwear instead. I’d like to see him on a billboard in his boxer briefs. Oooo la la.
    “What the fuh,” Keesh says. “Who’s that?”
    Looks like Mr. Marino has himself a matching CK model girlfriend. The little black dress makes me feel like a fat cow and makes even Keesh look just okay. That girl would make even Amy look like a dog. Wow. Her gown is just the right sexiness, not too trashy, not too motherly. Super hot but totally elegant. Her hair is sleek, shiny, and those highlights probably cost her a fortune. And holy boobs. The rack on that lady puts all three of us to shame. Seriously, I’m in love.
    “Should I get a tissue? Do you guys need to wipe your drool too? She is…” I begin.
    Keesh puts her hand up. “Don’t say anything.” She trots ahead, with Steph and I following. “Hi, Mr.