That jab hurts a little, because she’s wrong. She’s so wrong.
“That’s not true, Owens. I know a lot about you.”
“Not the important stuff. Did you know that I’m an actress too?”
Her ankle suddenly turns.
“Ouch!”
“That’s it,” I say. Then I stand in front of her and crouch down. “Get on my back.”
“Uh-uh.”
“You’re in heels, you just hurt your ankle, and we still have three floors to go.”
“But I’ll be too heavy.”
“I’m in prime physical condition, Owens. I could carry your tiny ass across the country if I had to.”
“Just this once.”
She hikes up her dress, sliding her body onto my back, and wrapping her arms around my neck. She smells like roses and rum and warm pussy. This is going to be a long fucking night.
“So, finish what you were saying,” I tell her to keep my dick distracted. “You’re an actress.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m an actress. I was a theater major in college.”
“But you can’t sing.”
“Fuck you!”
I burst into laughter. I can count on my hand the number of times I’ve heard Owens use dirty words.
“You are so drunk,” I say out loud.
“This is drunk?”
“This is definitely drunk.”
“Then I like it.” She laughs.
When we finally arrive, I help her inside of her apartment. An apartment that looks like a box of Crayola crayons threw up in. There’s color everywhere. Figurines, wall art, accent pillows, stuffed animals. It’s not what I expected, although to be perfectly honest, I’m not sure that I ever really gave much thought to what her apartment looked like inside.
“You want something eat?” she asks grinning widely as she kicks off her shoes. One of them goes flying into an oversized planter. I duck when she kicks off the other one.
“I’m not hungry but maybe you should eat something to sop up some of that liquor.”
“Am I drunk?”
I laugh again.
“Yes, darlin’, you’re definitely drunk.”
I start opening kitchen cabinets to look for something I can cook, because I don’t see any bread, which is what she really needs.
“Do you ever go food shopping? What the hell are you eating every day?”
I turn for her answer and notice that she’s stuck. She’s sitting on the edge of her couch, trying to lift her tight dress up over her head and is stuck. It would be one of the funniest things I’ve seen in a long time if she was wearing a fucking bra and not wearing a white lace thong.
