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“I bet he sends roses to all the women he gets off.”
“Nate, I thought you wanted me to go out with him?”
“I want you to get laid. It doesn’t have to be him.”
“You’re so confusing sometimes.”
“But, I’m rarely wrong.”
It was true. Nathaniel had a keen sense of judgment, and very rarely was he wrong. He told me it was because he grew up with instability. You learn how to read people when you don’t trust them.
“So, what should I do?”
“Fuck him and let him go.”
“That’s horrible. I can’t let him use me like that.”
“You’re using him. Not the other way around.”
“I don’t think I like that idea. I want to be an adult about this. I’ll just tell him that I’m not interested.”
“Baby girl, that sounds so childish. Just tell him the truth. You work for the devil who happens to be his stepbrother. It would be a conflict of interest.”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.”
“You’re such a flake sometimes.”
“So everyone tells me.”
“I’m going back to bed.”
“Aren’t you working tonight?”
“Nope. My next gig is Tuesday at Stackhouse. Then I’m off to the Hamptons for a few weeks. Have you decided to visit me?”
“Not sure. I need to put in for the time.”
“Remember, it’s all expenses paid. You stay with me and take the Jitney out, which I’ll get you a ticket on.”
“Nate, I can afford a bus ticket.”
“I know, but it’s my treat.”
“You’re always so good to me.”
He cups my face and tenderly kisses my lips, then turns to go back to his bedroom. Sometimes I wonder what Nate’s true feelings are towards me when he does things like that. I consider us best friends, but I don’t know if he considers us more.
Monday morning has me dragging myself out of bed at six. I stayed up too late with Nate watching old movies and eating popcorn. He always does that to me. His schedule is for late nights, so on his days off, he’s up until the wee hours of the morning. I went to bed after midnight, and I feel horrible from lack of sleep. Tonight I’m going to bed by ten to make up for it.
Nathaniel is not up when I leave the apartment. Who knows how late he went to bed? I’m surprised he didn’t have one of his “girlfriends” over so he could fuck her after I went to bed. Not that it would bother me. I have unfortunately had the pleasure of walking in on him fucking some fake boobed woman on the couch a few times. One even had the nerve to invite me to join them. Threesomes are not my thing.
I can’t keep my mind off Jordan. I feel shitty that I wasn’t able to thank him for the roses. I could call his office and leave a message. I expected to hear from him on Sunday, but he never called. It was nice while it lasted.
When I get to my desk, I find another large arrangement of roses in the same type of vase. I pull the card just as Angie walks in.
“Who are those from?”
“Where the hell were you? I didn’t hear from you all weekend.”
