Free The Best Friend by Leanne Davis

be.”
    Her eyes widened and she took a step back. No. No. No. Donny was not right. He never had a thing for her. He—couldn’t mean this. He acted as if he didn’t even like her now.
    He suddenly shoved the purse back at her, releasing the tension that was drawing her his way, and making her stumble backwards. “Go home.”
    She regained her equilibrium, clutching her purse, as she smiled in forced politeness. It took all her courage to meet his gaze and pull it off, as if they were just bidding each other a pleasant, courteous goodbye. “I’ll see you this weekend then.”
    He turned abruptly with his good arm towards her. “I highly doubt that.”
    Then he walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.
    She stared after him, feeling shocked. Turning on her heel, she fled from what suddenly became the most difficult person she ever had to deal with.
     

Chapter Five
     
    Gretchen got home from work and stared in bewilderment at her closet. What the hell would she wear to a dance club, of all things? She hadn’t been out to one in years. Her wardrobe was full of conservative, dressy outfits. She had some casual jeans and shirts for weekends, but nothing that would have been suitable for a dance club. She sighed and pushed her garments around. Finally, she found some dressy black pants, which she paired with a red blouse. As she was shoving her feet into her black, three-inch heels, she heard the door.
    She quickly let Vickie in before inserting hoops through her earlobes. Her sister followed her inside. “What are you wearing?”
    She glanced up at her little sister. “What do you mean, what am I wearing?”
    “Well, you look like you’re on your way to work.”
    She lowered her hands from her ears and took in Vickie’s outfit. Okay, so Vickie won the best club outfit, hands down. She had on jeans with rips at the knees and sparkles on her firm, little ass. Her neon-colored bra showed through the cuts in her black top, and seemed like someone had taken tape and wrapped it around her. 
    “I couldn’t wear something like that and you know it.” A few years after her divorce, Gretchen had gone out quite a bit and there were lots of dates and a few casual sex partners. But she quit all that when she got closer to thirty and her career started to take off. It ate up all her spare time, and by the weekends, she was tired and looking forward to curling up with a glass of wine and a good book or a movie rather than a night out of getting drunk in a crowd.
    “No. You can’t. But you can’t wear that. Don’t you have jeans or something that doesn’t broadcast you as a CEO?”
    She sighed, following Vickie back into her room as Vickie started searching through her selection of pants. Finally, she held up a pair. “These will do. Put them on. Geez, and please let me take you shopping this weekend.”
    “I don’t want to go shopping. I like the way I dress. I don’t want to change.”
    Vickie snickered. “You don’t want to get laid either. But some of us do.”
    Gretchen rolled her eyes as she kicked her heels off, then stripped down and pulled the jeans on. “Please don’t do it with Donny. Unless… you already did?”
    Vickie sat on her bed and watched Gretchen changing pants. “No. He drove me home and walked me to the front door. It was so sweet, even chivalrous. He leaned in like he wanted to kiss me. Oh my God! Gretchen, this is something . I’m telling you, tonight is going to be epic. The start of something huge for me. I have this strange feeling.”
    Gretchen nearly choked, keeping the laugh confined to her throat. Something huge always seemed to be starting for Vickie. Brushing her teeth in the morning evoked nearly the same response from her, so Gretchen didn’t put too much stock in her announcement. She glanced at her ass in the mirror, now wearing jeans. Not great. But not terrible. She wasn’t as slender as Vickie, but had long legs to help carry it off. She was more of an average