Текст книги "Reckless"
Автор книги: Devon Hartford
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I stifled a chuckle. Yes, Tiffany could ruffle even Brandon’s unshakable feathers.
“So what would you like, Tiffany?” Brandon asked calmly, having regained his composure.
“I want Christos to pose me for a new poolside painting.”
I’d had it with her manipulations. “Has she paid you yet, Brandon?” I asked. I still didn’t have all of the money from my show, which meant not every buyer had cut a check to the gallery, which was normal.
Brandon chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” Tiffany hissed.
“Why no, Tiffany’s father still hasn’t issued a payment,” Brandon said, a bemused grin stretching over his perfect teeth.
That was news to me. I’d hoped the Kingston-Whitehouse check might be one of the first to come in, considering how long my family had known theirs. Why wasn’t I surprised? Oh yeah, it was the Kingston-Whitehouses.
“Slow pay, huh?” I grunted, looking at Brandon. “It’s been almost two months, Tiffany. You took possession of the painting, and your dad still hasn’t cut a check? Come on. At this point, it’s not even yours. Your dad having money troubles?” I jabbed.
Tiffany frowned.
“No deal,” I said, a tinge of irritation breaking through my voice. “Keep the painting, Tiff. It’s on the house.” I glanced at Brandon.
He nodded, smiling furtively at me. We both knew with all the recent interest in my art, we had far bigger fish to fry than the Kingston-Whitehouses.
“But it’s ruined!” Tiffany shouted.
“Throw it over the side of the boat, for all I care,” I growled. I’d always hated that painting anyway. It was nothing more than hack-work for the all-time, ultimate, pain-in-my-ass client.
I’d already wasted enough time on Tiffany. I turned on my heel and went looking for Samantha.
I just hoped that Tiffany and her family wouldn’t bite me in the ass in the coming weeks, because they were sharks and always struck the second you weren’t looking.
Fucking Tiffany.
My New Year was already looking like a disaster, and I was less than three hours into it.
Could it get any worse?
CHRISTOS
The yacht arrived back in the harbor several hours after midnight.
Everyone on board was tired, buzzed, or completely asleep on one of the yacht’s many cushioned surfaces when the crewmen moored the boat to the docks.
Tiffany hid in her cabin while people disembarked. I think she wanted to avoid me after our discussion.
Samantha and Madison had their arms around Kamiko as they led her along the docks. She was still somewhat hammered. Brandon joined them to help with Kamiko.
Romeo walked over to me and Jake as the seven of us ambled toward the parking lot.
“Christos,” Romeo pleaded earnestly, “I’m so sorry about Tiffany’s painting. None of it was Sam’s idea, it was all mine. I drank too much and Tiffany was being a class-A bitch to Sam. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Dude, no worries.” I clapped him on the shoulder. “You were standing up for my girlfriend. How can I hold that against you?”
“Thanks, C-man,” Romeo said, but he still sounded distraught. “You got all the ink off, right?”
“Yeah. I covered that painting with some old-school Renaissance varnish before I sold it. That shit is bulletproof. It’s as good as new.”
“Are you sure?” Romeo obviously felt terrible.
I didn’t feel like explaining that the painting was now a total write-off because Tiffany was insane and her dad had never paid. I really didn’t care, but it probably would’ve bummed Romeo out to know. “Seriously, dude. It’s fine.”
“Thank you, C-man.” Romeo gave me a fist bump.
“Whoa!” Samantha cried.
Me and Romeo turned around to see what the fuss was.
Kamiko was having difficulty walking, even with Madison and Samantha helping.
I immediately went to help, but before I got there, Brandon swept Kamiko up into his arms and carried her. Compared to him, she looked like a small child.
“Don’t puke on him, Kamiko,” Romeo warned.
“It’s okay,” Brandon said confidently. “I think she’ll be fine.”
“Okay, puke away!” Romeo joked tiredly. It had been a long night for everyone.
When we got to my car, Samantha offered to sit in the back so Kamiko could have easy access to the window in an emergency.
“You don’t have a barf-bag in the glove box, do you?” Samantha asked.
“No,” I smiled.
After we all climbed in, Brandon gently lowered Kamiko into the front seat.
“Look at her love eyes,” Romeo snickered.
Brandon looked slightly embarrassed. I couldn’t tell if he was into Kamiko or not. He was usually inscrutable when it came to the ladies, with the exception of Samantha, where he’d made himself crystal clear from the start. Who knows, maybe Kamiko would grow on him. She was pretty damn cute.
“Good night, everybody,” Brandon said. “And happy New Year!” He slapped the roof of my Camaro as we drove off.
I smirked to myself.
If this year was going to be a happy one, I was going to need all the help I could get.
Chapter 6
SAMANTHA
We made it back to my apartment shortly before sunrise. Kamiko was passed out. Christos picked her up out of the car.
“Where do you want her?” he asked.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “Romeo? Are you okay to drive?”
“Uhh,” Romeo said nervously.
“You guys better sleep here,” I said.
“Okay,” Romeo said reluctantly as we all walked up the stairs to my apartment. “But only if I get to sleep with Christos.”
“As if,” I said while unlocking my door. “He’s sleeping in my bed.”
“Perfect!” Romeo said, “you can share the couch with Kamiko while Christos shares your bed with me!”
“Down, Romeo!” I said. “It’s my apartment, and I decide who sleeps where.”
Romeo rolled his eyes. “Fine. Party pooper.”
While Romeo and Christos took turns in the bathroom, I changed into a t-shirt and boxers.
“Christos,” I asked, “can you pull out the bed in my sofa while I help Kamiko use the bathroom? I’ve got extra sheets in my closet.”
“Sure,” he answered warmly.
“Gaaaah,” Kamiko moaned as I walked her into the bathroom.
Kamiko managed to pee on her own, but I stood watch in case she accidentally slipped into the bowl while flushing and we never heard from her again.
The sofa bed was all made up when I led her out of the bathroom. I sat her on the end of the mattress. Romeo took her shoes off while I pulled her dress over her head. Since it was Romeo, I never thought twice about him seeing her in her underwear. Christos, on the other hand, waited in my bedroom, I think out of politeness.
I removed Kamiko’s bra and slid one of my t-shirts over her head before putting her to bed.
“Nnnnn,” she said when her head landed on the pillow.
I put the wastebasket I kept beside my desk for paper trash next to Kamiko’s side of the bed.
“You’re on puke patrol,” I said to Romeo. “If Kamiko needs to hurl, you need to help.”
“It would be my honor,” he said, tucking in one arm while bowing in a courtly manner. He hung his jacket and pants over the back of my desk chair. While standing and bouncing on one leg, he pulled his skinny jeans off one leg at a time, turning each one inside out. “I forgot how tight these are.” He rolled his eyes. “The things I do for fashion.”
As he lifted up the corner of the covers, he gave me a serious look. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to sleep with Kamiko?”
“What do you mean?”
“I might try to take advantage of her in the middle of the night. Maybe it’s safer if the boys sleep with the boys, and the girls sleep with the girls.”
I folded my arms. “No, Romeo,” I smiled.
He crawled into bed and I shut out the lights.
“Fine, Sam. But don’t blame me if you’re torn from your slumber by Kamiko’s plaintive cries for help.”
“I think Kamiko will be fine,” I said. “But I better lock my bedroom door, for Christos’ sake. You better not try anything,” I warned.
“How about a three-way?” he whispered hopefully. “You won’t even know I’m there. I’ll be in the back, if you know what I mean.”
“No, Romeo! You’re crazy! Now go to sleep,” I pleaded before closing the bedroom door behind me.
Christos was already lying on my bed, stripped to his boxers. His tattooed arms were folded casually behind his head. My bedside lamp shone on him invitingly, casting dramatic shadows over his ripped muscles in the near-darkness of my bedroom. His abs suggested that now was a good time to lick them, no matter how late it was.
“Hello,” I purred.
He chuckled. “Don’t you think you’re being a little hard on Romeo? I mean, can you blame him for lusting after me?”
I smirked. “I’m going to be hard on you, if you don’t stop talking about Romeo.” Seized by newfound confidence, I crawled onto the bed on all fours and dipped my head, licking my way around his abs, loitering around his navel for awhile, which made him moan. I licked my way up his chest, then stopped at a nipple and nipped it with my teeth.
“Mmmm,” Christos moaned.
I suppressed my giggles as my hair pooled over his chest. I reminded myself Romeo and Kamiko were in the next room.
“I heard that,” Romeo said in a low voice from the living room.
I froze in place, the tip of my tongue touching Christos’ nipple.
“Please, Sam?” Romeo begged. “Can I at least watch?”
Christos and I burst out laughing.
“Quiet, you guys,” Romeo said sternly, “I can’t sleep with all that racket.”
I rested my head on Christos’ chest. “We’re going to sleep now. I promise, Romeo.”
“Awesome. I’ll wait until you’re snoring, then I’ll sneak in like a butt bandit. I’ll even be wearing one of those little black bandit-masks with the eyeholes.”
“Good NIGHT, Romeo!” I said.
“Uuuuugh,” Romeo sighed. “Fine. See you guys in the morning.”
“Sorry, no New Year’s nookie for you, agápi mou,” Christos whispered sarcastically.
“That goes for the both of us,” I taunted before kissing him on the lips, turning off my lamp, and snuggling up against him. “I’m sure we’ll have ample opportunity later.”
“You mean for that pageant you talked about hosting?” I heard a smile in his voice.
“Yes,” I said. “It will be a very exclusive event. Only the two of us are invited.”
“Mmmm,” he said, “I like the sound of that. If you hear me moaning in my sleep, you’ll know that’s me dreaming about it. Good night, agápi mou.”
“Hey, no fair! How am I supposed to sleep now that you put that idea in my head?”
“You’ll figure it out.” He kissed my cheek and stroked my shoulder. “I’ll be right here. Wake me if you need anything.”
Christos commenced softly fake-snoring.
“You so suck, Christos.”
“I’ve been known to suck things,” he murmured suggestively.
I immediately remembered the universe-shattering oral sex he’d given me only a few weeks ago. I was instantly wet. Great. I was never going to sleep like this. Because I felt his hardness pressing against one of my butt cheeks.
“Is that a steel pipe in your boxers, or what?” I whispered.
“I like to think of it as a lamp post,” he snickered.
Romeo’s voice drifted in from the living room, “I’m writing all this down, you guys.”
My breath froze mid-inhale. Caught.
“I’ll be referring to it later,” Romeo said slyly, “for educational purposes only, of course.”
I winced as Christos blew out a guilty chuckle.
Surprising all three of us, Kamiko roared, “Would you three either get on with your menage a twat, or SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!”
Romeo, Christos, and I all erupted with laughter.
Thankfully, everyone drifted off to sleep not long after.
SAMANTHA
Kamiko was disastrously hung over the next morning.
We had to practically drag her out of the apartment to get brunch. The four of us drove to my favorite breakfast place, The Broken Yolk Café in Pacific Beach.
We parked on the street and had to walk a couple of blocks to get there. I couldn’t believe San Diego was having a heat wave in January. And by heat wave, I mean it was like, sixty-eight degrees. The weather was absolutely perfect.
Kamiko trudged far behind, head hanging between her shoulders. She wore a pair of movie-star glasses that I’d loaned her to block out the sun, and her rumpled dress from last night.
“Poor thing,” Romeo said compassionately. “She looks like she’s been run over by a garbage truck. I gave her two glasses of water at some point during the night, but I don’t think it made much difference.”
“Somebody carry me,” Kamiko begged. “I’m not going to make it.”
It was one more block to the Broken Yolk, but we all stopped to wait for her. Kamiko’s response, rather than hurrying up, was to sit down on a bus bench. “I’ll meet you guys there, but I’m taking the bus.” She laid down on the bench with her head hanging over the side of the armrest.
“I’ll get her,” Christos said. He literally picked Kamiko up and put her on his shoulders like a little kid.
“Hey! Goliath!” Kamiko groaned. “You better not drop me!”
Romeo and I both chuckled.
When the four of us made it through the café doors, Christos set Kamiko down on one of the padded benches in a sitting position. She immediately fell over onto the cushions and curled into a ball.
The line inside wasn’t too bad, but there was a short wait. Christos gave his name to the hostess, who was none other than Skylar, the girl who’d chatted Christos up at the Student Center the first day of classes last quarter. I vaguely remembered her saying something to Christos about some club named Onyx downtown, kitchen-table sex after, and her unbridled whorish desire for more furniture sex with my boyfriend.
Well, to be fair, Christos wasn’t my boyfriend at the time. I was still calling him Adonis at that point. But still, wasn’t my current BF-GF status with Christos retroactive? Which made the way Skylar was ogling him right now totally inappropriate?
And why was it that practically everywhere we went, we ran into some hot hobot who’d slept with my boyfriend?!
“Hey, Adonis,” Skylar said flirtatiously, thrusting her inflatable pool toys out at him scandalously. Based on the way they strained at her shirt, I’m pretty sure she’d had them pumped up another 40 P.S.I. since the last time I’d seen her.
Christos smiled at her casually, “What up, Skylar.”
Was he smiling too much, or was that an appropriate amount? I wanted to consult my Guidebook to Proper Ex-etiquette, but I’d left it at home.
Skylar bounced around the hostess podium, arms wide for a hug, leading with her buddy-bumpers. For an agonizing moment, elongated beyond reasonable proportion, I worried what kind of hug Christos would give. Would it be full-frontal? As in, pelvis to pelvis? Or a one-armed side-hug with hips at least twelve inches apart? Or would he spin and dodge out of her reach like a respectful boyfriend, and merely shake hands?
Moment of truth.
Christos leaned sideways toward her, clearly intending to give her the one-armed hug with a full twenty inches of lower-torso clearance. He even had the appropriately indulgent half-smile straining his face.
Skylar was undeterred. She thrust forward with her hips, limboing under Christos’ arm, determined to hump him like a puppy. Her body tilted so far back, Christos had no option but to catch her before she fell to the ground.
“Whoa, careful!” he said, concern on his face. She hung in one of his muscular arms. “You okay?”
“I am now,” she smiled, eyes glassy with desire, her luxurious auburn hair draping over his arms like a hair-care commercial. She looped her arms around the back of his neck like some kind of choreographed Tango dance pose.
That bitch! She was master of feminine wiles. Not to worry, I had a few ninja skills of my own. I grit my teeth, ready to pounce and tear some hair out.
Before I could attack, Christos stood Skylar up and bodily set her down two feet away, then shifted his body language away from her while folding his arms protectively across his chest.
I could deal with that. His body language was clear. I retracted my poison-tipped ninja claws back into my fingers and tried to breathe evenly while my adrenalin wore off.
“Be careful, you almost cracked your head open,” Christos said to Skylar.
“Oh, it’s my heels,” she giggled. “I’m always tripping on them. Clumsy me.”
Tee-hee, you bitch. I was ready to trip my heels all over her face. Too bad I was wearing flats. I took a deep breath. Was I being jealous? It seemed highly unlikely, but there was a minuscule possibility. I tried reasoning with myself.
Christos had already proven himself to be the most devoted man I’d ever known. He’d done numerous crazy-stupid things to hold onto me. Why would he suddenly throw that all away for some random girl he’d had, ahem, table sex with, and if I recall, barely remembered banging?
Okay, that thought just derailed my happy train and crashed it into a kitten farm, killing everyone on board and all the kittens frolicking in the fields.
My panic level skyrocketed out of control. Did somebody have a bottle of Xanax? Or a case? Or a truckload? Screw it. Somebody call FEMA. I was about to have a natural disaster. Rev up those rescue helicopters, boys. I needed to be flown out of here.
“Skylar, you remember my girlfriend Samantha?” Christos said while wrapping his arm possessively around my waist.
Cancel emergency. Phew.
“Not really,” Skylar said, flustered.
“Skylar, Samantha. Samantha, Skylar,” Christos said.
Were we supposed to shake? I hoped not. I gave Skylar a little wave. She made a cat-pee face. Served her right. Not that she was a bitch or anything.
“Yeah, me and Samantha are totally in love,” Christos said, gazing into my eyes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell Skylar was now making a cat-poop face. It looked just right on her.
While I wrapped my arms around Christos’ waist and swooned into his side, Skylar returned to her podium and asked Christos blandly, “How many are in your party?”
“Four,” Christos said, his confident dimpled smile having returned.
“Your table should be ready in about fifteen or twenty minutes,” Skylar said while jotting down the information. “Next!”
With his hand on the small of my back, Christos led me through the growing crowd in the lobby to where Romeo sat next to Kamiko, who was still curled into a ball on the cushioned bench.
I was smiling over the fact that Christos had so decisively referred to me as his girlfriend in front of Skylar. I gazed up at him and fell into the intense desire pouring out of his sapphire eyes. He lowered his lashes and his dimples deepened as he smiled at me. “Have I told you how unbelievably gorgeous you are today?”
“Um, not since my apartment?” I giggled.
“Are you serious? That was like thirty minutes ago,” Christos said, feigning shock. “I must be the worst boyfriend ever. We’ll have to work on that,” he smirked.
I wondered what that meant. I saw the wheels turning behind his eyes as he worked over some mysterious thought in his head. My heart suddenly fluttered.
“Samantha,” he said softly, “to me, your beauty is the most treasured gift Mother Nature has ever given. Like the petals of a rose, your face reminds all mankind that in a harsh world, impossible beauty is still possible. To gaze upon you is a blessing to all men, but I am the luckiest of all, for each morning I am reborn as I drink from the golden cup of your grace, and find that my deepest dreams and desires have all come true.”
Oh. My. Fuck me now, God.
The lump in my throat was the size of a basketball. My mouth hung open. I suspected drool ran down my chin, but I was distracted by the fact my body was on fire, raging with desire. All I could think about was the nuclear blast mushroom-clouding out from my core.
Would it be impolite for Christos to lay me down on one of the cushioned benches in the lobby of The Broken Yolk and take my virginity in front of everyone while we waited for our table? Unfortunately, a foggy corner of my brain suggested it would.
Drat.
Not that I wanted an audience, but I was feeling slightly impatient to get my panties off at the moment. Maybe someone could yell “Fire!” and clear the room?
No, that wouldn’t work either. The fire department would show up way too quick, which would again put a damper on things. On second thought, I’d probably need them to douse me and Christos to keep us from spontaneously combusting while we went at it.
Okay, this wasn’t getting me anywhere. I tried to snap myself out of my sultry fantasy. So I focused on Christos’ grinning lips, which were an inch from mine. Not helping. I wanted to devour them.
Luckily, out of the corner of my eye, I slowly became aware of Romeo gawking at us like we were a three-dollar peep show. That broke the spell.
I glanced over at Romeo. He looked hypnotized. His eyes seemed to spiral randomly. His head lolled in lazy circles. I think he was in rapture.
“Are you okay, Romeo?” I giggled.
“I think I just witnessed the second coming,” he moaned.
Kamiko groaned from the bench, “Yours or Samantha’s?”
Romeo burst out laughing.
While snickering at Kamiko’s punchline, Christos pecked me on the cheek. “How was that?”
I blinked at him several times. “Huh?” I was still transfixed.
“My love sonnet?” he grinned.
“Oh, yeah. Did you make that up just now, or did you read it somewhere?” His answer had to be no, because no man could possibly be this perfect.
“No,” he smiled.
I felt a sudden pinch of disappointment. Oh well. No one was perfect perfect. Not even Christos.
He flashed a cocky smile. “I worked it out in my head this morning after I woke up, while you nuzzled against me. I kept looking at you, feeling this overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for having you in my life. I didn’t have a paint brush handy, and I didn’t want to wake you up to grab a sketchbook, so I did my best to capture the moment in words.”
THUMP!
Romeo had slid from the bench and fallen to his knees. He wrapped his arms around my leg and wailed, “Please, Sam! Let me have just one night with him! I’ll do anything! Please!!!”
Yes, everyone in the lobby was gawking at Romeo while he sobbed. He didn’t care.
Between Romeo’s emotional flood and my full body flush, I needed a moment away from the staring eyes of the customers in the lobby.
“Hey, Kamiko,” I hissed while tugging at her shoulder, “do you need to go to the bathroom?”
“Baaaaah,” she moaned, still balled up on the couch.
I was on my own. “I’ll be in the restroom,” I said to Christos. I skulked into the Ladies Room and locked myself in a stall, fanning my face while my heart rate returned to normal.
After splashing water in my face at the restroom sink and toweling off, I returned to the lobby.
SAMANTHA
The waiting crowd at the Broken Yolk had thinned. Romeo sat beside Kamiko on the couch.
“Hey, Kamiko,” Romeo said, trying to shake her awake. “I know Cartoon Hangover is your favorite channel on Youtube, because they have all the episodes of Bravest Warriors for free. But how do you like having a real hangover? Are you going to officially ‘Like’ it and click the thumbs-UP icon?”
“Leave her alone, Romeo,” I smiled. “She’s dying.”
Without looking up, Kamiko raised her hand and gave Romeo a thumb’s DOWN gesture.
Romeo cackled with laughter. He leaned over and massaged her shoulder affectionately. “Don’t worry, Kamiko, we’ll kick your hangover by dinner. Even if it means more drinks.”
Kamiko groaned.
One of the things I loved about The Broken Yolk was that they were locally notorious for serving a dozen-egg omelet and biscuits called the Challenge. Madison had told me all about it the first time she’d taken me here.
The Challenge omelet was free if you finished it in less than an hour, and you even got a plaque on the wall of fame, but one person had to eat the whole thing by themselves. The idea made me want to barf, but I still thought it was totally cool that they made it free for the winners. I never dared. I was totally down with their human-sized portions.
“You know, Christos,” I said, “they serve a gigantic dozen-egg omelet here.”
He raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. “Really?”
“Yeah, it’s, like, thirty bucks, but if you finish it in an hour, it’s free.”
“Wow, that’s amazing,” he smiled.
I grinned coyly. “I bet you couldn’t eat the whole thing.”
“Probably not today.”
“You’re not chicken, are you?” I prodded.
“Who, me? No way,” he scoffed.
“Then you should totally order it.”
“Naw, I think I’ll be good with a three-egger. Maybe four, if I’m feeling dangerous.”
I cackled, “Chicken! Bock, bock!”
Christos smirked, glancing at Romeo. “Look at this crazy girl, trying to goad me into a gut-bomb.”
Romeo put his hands on his hips and did a head roll. “I don’t know, C-man. A real man never backs down from a challenge.”
“You calling me out, Romeo?” Christos asked confidently. “You ready to go head-to-head?”
Fear pinched Romeo’s face. “Oh, um,” he giggled nervously, “I’m not a real man.” He shrugged his shoulders.
Christos smirked. “That’s what I thought.”
“Come on, Christos,” I jabbed, “you don’t get off that easily. I’m still issuing the challenge, for the Challenge,” I winked at him, “no pun intended.”
Christos sighed indulgently. “Give it a rest, Samantha.”
“I knew it!” I squealed. “You’re just chicken! I’m totally not buying your whole ‘I’m too cool for gruel’ routine. Be a man, Christos. Show us what you’ve got. Order the Challenge.”
Christos tilted his head at me with a mildly annoyed look on his face, then held his hand up and tipped it behind him, pointing at a wall covered in row upon row of little brass plaques. His finger pointed decisively at one specific plaque.
Not getting it, I frowned. “What?”
“Go ahead and look, big mouth,” he said confidently.
I squinted.
“Do you need me to pick you up so you can read it?”
“No,” I said dismissively, “I can do it myself.” I stood on my tiptoes to read it.
“Christos “The Man” Manos
7-21-2010
17 MIN.”
“What!” I gasped. “No way!” I scanned the other plaques. Most seemed to be in the 30, 40, and 50 minute category. “Seventeen minutes has to be the record!”
“Last I heard,” Christos said casually, “the record was seven-fifteen. Guy had a hollow leg.”
Beside me, Romeo scrutinized the plaque. “Wow, C-man, you sure have a manly appetite.”
“Thanks, bro,” he grinned.
“I’m pretty manly too,” Romeo fawned, “does that mean you’ll eat me?”
Christos chuckled, “You just said you weren’t a real man a minute ago. I’d probably starve.” He gave Romeo a good natured back-smack.
“He’s right,” Romeo said to me, unashamed. “I’ll have to start hitting the gym if I ever want Christos to take a bite out of me.”
“You are so totally dick sick, Romeo,” I laughed.
Skylar the hostess called our name apathetically and took us to our table. Hungover Kamiko managed to make the daunting trek under her own power. Romeo offered to help her, but she pushed him away and said, “I’m man enough.”
We all sat down and Kamiko whooshed a sigh. “Do they have Bloody Marys? I so need one,” she said while flipping through her menu.
“I don’t remember you ever liking Bloody Marys,” Romeo said, concerned.
Kamiko glared at him over her movie-star sunglasses, “And?”
“Maybe you should stick to OJ?” Romeo suggested tentatively.
“You’re right. Why didn’t I think of that before? I can’t stand tomato juice first thing in the morning.” She licked her lips. “I’m totally going to have a Screwdriver instead.”
Romeo goggled at me. “What did we do to her last night?”
“I think maybe champagne is her kryptonite,” I suggested, somewhat worried myself. “It must be her one weakness. She drank so much on the yacht, it’s tipped her over the edge.”
“That’s right!” Kamiko beamed. “Thank you guys! I don’t know what I was thinking. I wanted a Mimosa all along!”
I wanted to glare at Kamiko and steer her back on the straight and narrow with some tough love. But frankly, I was afraid that if I said anything she would bite my face. So I glared at Romeo instead, because I needed to glare at somebody.
“Don’t look at me, Sam!” Romeo pleaded. “The yacht trip was Christos’ idea!”
I glared at Christos and folded my arms across my chest. “That’s right! It was your idea, Christos. What have you got to say for yourself?”
“It’s not like I was handing her drinks all night,” Christos said calmly. “She’s a big girl. But if this keeps up, I’ll be happy to stage an intervention.”
“Calm down, you guys,” Kamiko said forcefully. “I think I had maybe five glasses all night. I would’ve stuck to my limit of two if Romeo hadn’t thrown me in Brandsome’s arms on the dance floor. I got all nervous and couldn’t stop thinking about him after that. Champagne was my only recourse. So if I want to have a Mimosa for breakfast, you all can shut the fuck up.”
Christos chuckled.
“Brandsome?” Romeo chuffed. “You mean Brandon?”
Kamiko smiled bashfully.
“You’re crushing on Brandon?” I blurted.
“So?” Kamiko blushed, “he’s hot, isn’t he? Is that okay with you guys?”
The waitress arrived to take our drink orders. At the last second, Kamiko ordered straight orange juice instead of a Mimosa. My mounting guilt over corrupting her innocence subsided instantly.
When the waitress was gone, Romeo asked, “Who’s ready for classes to start tomorrow?”
“I think I need a week’s vacation after last night,” Kamiko groaned. She folded her arms on the table and rested her head on top of them.
“What classes are you guys taking this quarter?” Christos asked.
“I think Kamiko’s taking Napping 101,” Romeo joked.
“Grrrr,” Kamiko mumbled.
I totally didn’t want to think about college right now. It reminded me that I had another Accounting class to look forward to for ten more weeks, plus more Sociology and History. I did have Oil Painting, and I was happy about that. I’d signed up for it at the last minute, a fact which my parents didn’t know. But the thought of accounting turned my stomach. Meh.
“I can’t wait to start the term,” Romeo beamed. “I’m taking Intro to Acting, Intro to Playwriting, Figurative Sculpting, and last but not least, Oil Painting 10, with Sam and Kamiko.”
I goggled. “What? Those are all classes? Like, actual college classes?”
“Yeah,” Romeo said quizzically. “I am double-majoring in Art and Theater, remember?”
“But your schedule sounds like…fun,” I sighed.
“You’re taking Oil Painting with me,” he said encouragingly, having sensed my distress. “That’s going to be a ton of fun.”
Maybe it really was time for me to change my major to Art. I couldn’t let Romeo have all the fun. But the mere thought of it made me nauseous. What would my parents say? Maybe I didn’t have to tell them. Not right away, anyway. I could wait a few days before giving them reason to kill me. Groan!
