My Best Friend's Brother(7)

By: Amy Brent




So, I stuck with my tried and true, Emma and Angie.


I had Emma for my outside world and Angie for my stardom world.


“Sarah!”


Emma flagged me down in the restaurant as I went rushing over to her. I embraced her tightly, holding her close as we hugged in the middle of a fine Italian restaurant. Italian was always my go-to comfort food in times of stress, so when Emma had suggested it, it was obvious she knew something was up.


“Oh my gosh, why don’t we see one another more often?” I asked as I released her.


“Because you’re too busy and hate me, that’s why,” she said.


“I could never hate you, Emma,” I said.


“I took the liberty of ordering. Penne noodles with shrimp and that asiago cheese alfredo sauce they have, garlic bread, and sweet tea. Tiramisu for dessert.”


“Why are you a woman?” I said, groaning. “We could be so good together.”


“Sorry, chica. Vaginas for life. Now, spill. What’s got you all in knots?”


“I talked to you once today. Through text message. How the hell did you know?”


“I always know. That’s what best friends do. What’s up?” she asked.


I picked up the sweet tea sat in front of me and took a huge gulp. Automatically, a wave of relief cascaded over my body as I sunk back into my chair.


“You’re so beautiful, you know that? I hate you.”


“Oooh. Deflection. It’s bad. Thanks, you’re beautiful, too. Obligatory compliments out of the way. Talk to me, Sarah. It’s what I’m here for.”


“No seriously. You’re tall. Slender. Blond hair almost the color of snow. Dead white skin that makes men want to cuddle you. Piercing green eyes.”


My mind slid back to Mason’s beautiful green eyes, and for a second, I got lost in my own train of thought.


“Shit, you met someone, didn’t you?” he asked.


“Why did that phrase start with shit?” I asked.


“Because you shouldn’t be rushing into another relationship. It’s only been a month since the whole Cody debacle.”


“But he’s so attractive. He gave me his number. Him. Giving me his number. That doesn’t happen to women like me. They ask me for it, or I ask them for it. Never like this,” I said.


“That doesn’t mean anything, Sarah.”


“Easy for you to say. Your chalky white legs draw in men willing to practically hand you their cocks,” I said.


“I’m still not sure if you’re complimenting me or not, but this really isn’t a good idea.”


“Aren’t you the one who said I needed to get under someone to get over Cody?” I asked.


“Yes, when you were wallowing in self-pity. You’re not any longer. You rose from your ashes. Fired that bitch and took back your territory. You had your fight, and now it’s time to heal.”


“I’m healed, Emma. I really am,” I said. “It’s nothing serious. Just a fun little night out. This guy, he’s not serious anyway. It would only be a date or two.”


“Is that really someone you want to get tangled up with anyway?” she asked.


“I’m not looking for someone to marry. I’m looking for some fun. Some spice. Some lovin’.”


I shook my tits in the restaurant as Emma giggled, snorting as she tried to cover up her face.


“You really don’t think this is a good idea, do you?” I asked.


“Look, you took a major stance against that on your social media. That shit was everywhere. And I was so proud of you. The women of the world stood with you. How’s it going to look if you’re caught out with someone who you say is a known playboy or something?” she asked.


“I didn’t think of it that way.”


“That’s why we talk to each other,” she said. “Sarah, take this time for yourself. Post photos of you taking yourself to the spa. Taking yourself to the gym. Taking yourself on a trip to Ireland. Make it a series on your social media or something. Show women they don’t need a man to give them these things. They can just simply go out and do them because that’s what they want to do.”


“You sure you won’t let me hire you to be my social media expert?” I asked. “Because this shit’s exhausting, and that’s a fabulous idea.”


“I’m sure,” she said, giggling. “I enjoy the work I do.”


“You enjoy working with animals that hate you every second of every day?” I asked.


“They don’t hate me. And yes, I enjoy the doggie daycare I run. I’m expanding, you know.”

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