Page 1 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

Chapter One

In a desperate attempt toenjoy the last morsel of my beloved beverage, I tilted the bottom of the glass higher and higher until I sloshed what little remained all over my face and neck.

Franky shook his head and tossed me a towel. “Here.”

“I spilled most of that, can you get me another?”

He chuckled. “You drank the whole damned thing, and then slopped the remnants all over your face when you tried to get what was left in the little divot at the bottom of the glass.”

I peered inside the empty glass. In the center, directly above the stem, was a shot glass-sized depression.

“I don’t even know why that thing’s there,” I murmured. “It’s stupid.”

“Makes it tricky to get that last drop, doesn’t it?”

I pushed the glass to the side. “Kind of. It should be smooth on the bottom.”

“The cheap ones are.” He picked up the glass and admired it. “I prefer quality.”

In a childlike display of emotion, I flopped onto the edge of the bar and laid my drunken head in the palms of my hands. After receiving no attention for my juvenile outburst, I lifted my head slightly and pried my eyelids open.

When Franky came into focus, I asked the obvious. “Why are you interested in me, then?”

“I think you’ve got potential.”

“Even after bringing those guys over and trying to talk you into a threesome?”

He lowered his head to my level. “Especially after bringing them over.”

“Why?”

He took a step back and grinned a shallow smile. I drooled a little as he dragged his fingers through his thick mop, partially due to being drunk, but more so because he was sexy as fuck.

After teasing his hair into a perfect mess, he met my gaze. “I’m slowly figuring you out, Lou, and I like what I see.”

I was intrigued. Well, as much as I could be, considering that I was so drunk I would probably need to be carried to the SUV that was waiting to give me a ride home. “What do you mean?”

“What do you mean, what do I mean? I’m figuring you out. The day we met, I thought you were gorgeous, had a great personality, and a fabulous smile. After a few more visits, I decided you were attractive far beyond your looks. As time passes, you’re revealing more and more of yourself. I may not always like what I see, but it’s nice that you’re leaving little to the imagination.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Huh?”

“In summary, your true self is shining through.”

“I don’t even know who she is. Tell me about her.”

He flipped the rag over his shoulder, wrung his hands together for a moment, then met my pickled stare. “She’s a beautiful woman who masks her feelings with margaritas, and only an attentive eye with the ability of insight will see through her façade. She’s willing to sacrifice everything to get what it is that she seeks. The funny thing is that she doesn’t really know what it is that she’s after.”

I arched an eyebrow. “And what might that be?”

“Love.”

“What about me asking you to have a threesome makes you believe that?”

He slid the towel from his shoulder, flicked it under the counter, and then leaned over the edge of the bar. “You’re seeking acceptance through your actions. You’re trying to win my heart by offering whatever you think I might find interesting or valuable. You met my offer to have you bring them across the street because--”

He was dead wrong, and I couldn’t allow him to continue down his ego inflating thought process. “No. You’re wrong. I wanted to do that because I thought it would be cool. It’s been on my bucket list forever. I was thinking two or three cocks must be better than one. It’s a no brainer.”

His face washed with disbelief. It may have been a shock. Either way, he stared at me blankly and blinked a few times.