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“I see, so my main purpose in life is to be bred,” I ask, my chest heaving in anger.
“Well, and raise them, of course. I know a lot of chicks get mad at me for this but it’s the way it should be. The man goes to work and makes the money, and it’s the woman’s job to take care of the house and the kids. I guess I’m just an old fashioned kind of guy.”
Or a dick.
I take another swig of my wine, so close to just chugging the rest of it but I have a feeling I’m going to want that last little bit because I don’t think he’s done.
“I don’t know why love even has to be in the picture for you women. Just find someone who makes your cunt drip and do your part for the human race, ya know?”
Ah, there it is.
I take the last swig of wine and stand up, grabbing my bag. “Will you excuse me, please? I need to use the restroom.”
He grins and nods. “Sure, Sweetheart.”
I hustle into the bathroom and roll my eyes at the couch nicer than the one I have in my living room, pushed up against the wall. I sink down and pull my phone out, dialing Izzy’s number.
“Hey, chick, what’s up?” she asks.
“I’m on a date, and it’s awful, Iz.”
“Oh, do you need me to get you out of there again?” she asks, her voice brighter, and I shake my head.
“No, I’m in the bathroom right now. But, seriously, what do I do?”
“What did he do that’s got you hiding in the bathroom?”
“Oh my god, he called me a breeding machine and straight up said that I’d quit my job when I got married so I could start popping out kids.”
“Jesus Christ,” she swears into the phone and then is silent for a moment. “Just get out of there, Ali. Like, right now.”
“I can’t do that. It’s so rude, and I won’t get the job.”
“What the hell kind of job are you trying to get with this asshole?” she yells, and I pull the phone away from my ear for a moment.
“It’s not with him, Iz. It’s with the paper.”
“What are you talking about?”
I sigh and go over to the door, peeking out to make sure he’s not coming to check on me. “It’s complicated.”
She’s quiet again for a moment, and then she sighs. “All right, just get out of there. Sneak out the back or something but just get out. Then tomorrow, Carly and I are coming over and you’re telling us everything, understand?”
“Yes, okay.”
“I’m serious, Ali. No brushing over details. You tell us everything.”
“Okay, I promise.”
“Good, now run the hell away from this guy, and call me when you’re home so I know that you’re safe.”
We hang up and I step out of the bathroom, still not sure if I can just leave. I want this job so damn bad, and I don’t know what will happen if I bail out on a date this early. Will they still count it?
“Excuse me?” a pretty young woman asks from behind the bar.
“Yes?”
“Are you here with Mr. Lucas?”
