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“No thanks. I have a headache,” Mandy replies first. “I think I must be dehydrated or jet-lagged.”
“I need to get some sleep, but you go have fun,” I encourage her. “Tony will take good care of you.” I wasn’t looking forward to dealing with Liv tonight anyway. I know Mandy wants me to have the talk with her, but I would rather put it off until after the funeral. I’ve never been good at break ups; I tend to be way too blunt. Not that it’s a real relationship in the first place, but I would still rather do it later.
“Since you guys seem to be hooking up, I’m gonna go flirt with Tommy,” Liv says with a liquor infused smile after we stop at the entrance of the hotel.
“We just…” Mandy begins to explain herself.
“Don’t even try Mandy!” Liv cuts her off immediately. “You two have been acting like you want to rip each other’s clothes off all day. You probably have already… who knows? I don’t fucking care anymore.” She stumbles out of the limo and slams the door behind her.
“Do you think she’ll realize that we are the ones who are getting out here?” I ask Mandy, pausing for a couple seconds before opening my door.
“Hey Liv, do you still want a ride?” Tony yells to her out the window. She spins around on her heel and gives him a vacant look. She’s totally wasted again.
“Keep an eye on her,” I whisper to Tony while passing by and handing him a couple hundreds. “That’s just in case you end up cleaning the car.”
“I’ve done it before, sir.” He laughs, helping Liv back into the car.
“You two go fuck your brains out!” Liv yells at us. “Fucking holding hands right in front of me,” she mutters before going back to her phone. Tony shakes his head and shuts the limo door.
“She’s not going to remember any of this tomorrow anyway,” I assure Mandy.
“Still… it’s not cool.” Mandy picks up her stride toward the hotel doors. Shit. The loving feeling has just vaporized in a matter of seconds.
Mandy
I don’t tolerate cheating. My first boyfriend in high school cheated on me repeatedly, so I am taking Liv’s comment to heart. I know Trey says they are just friends-with-benefits, but I also know that she has been hoping for more. It’s just a weird, fucked up relationship and I am not going to get caught up in the middle of it.
“You have to understand that Liv embellishes things all the time,” Trey says upon entering the elevator. “We have never had anything beyond a little fun and sex. She wanted to experience the high-life and I was simply attracted to her.”
“So you are saying you prefer blondes?” I ask, wanting to see him squirm.
“In the past I may have been more attracted to blondes, but then again I had never met a brunette like you,” he replies, slipping his hand along my cheek line. “You are doing something to me.” He leans forward, kissing my lips and pressing me against the back of the elevator.
I don’t want this, I keep telling myself but my lips are saying otherwise. I feel his other hand on my lower back and it sends a tingle up my spine. God he is sexy. His charisma, intoxicating cologne and those talented lips combine to beat down my resistance. The elevator dings and comes to a stop. Trey pulls back just slightly before giving me one last gentle kiss. “I’m thinking… I now prefer brunettes.”
“That was really nice, but…” I start to reply.
“But it’s been a very long day and it will be a longer one tomorrow. Besides, you are off limits until I have a talk with Liv and set things straight,” he says leading me by the hand to my room. Reaching the door, he looks me straight in the eyes and says, “You are someone special so I want to do this right.” He leans in and gives me one final kiss. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night.” I say, not thinking quickly enough to give a response to anything else he just said. My mind is swimming and my body is tingling from head to toe. I’ve never felt this way. I swipe the keycard the wrong way twice before taking my eyes off of him long enough to determine which way the arrow points. He smirks, grabs the card and instantly opens the door. “I was just going to do that,” I say in my defense.
“Since you were the valedictorian of your law school class, I have no doubt that you can open a door,” he says with his smirk still growing. “You’re just a little distracted. Sleep well.”
“Sleep well,” I reply, while he turns toward his room next door. I slip inside my room and immediately close the door. My hands tremble as I set the keycard on the table. Whew, he really gets to me. Thoughts continue to churn through my head at such a ridiculous pace that I have to stop and think about which steps I’ve done in my nightly routine. I can’t believe this is actually happening. How am I even going to sleep?
