“About an asshole I slept with today.” Gah! This is exactly why I shouldn’t drink on the job. “I mean, um, the other day. I shouldn’t have slept with him—it was very bad of me—but I did it and I’m not at all sorry.”
Kat’s face is absolutely glowing. “Who is he?”
“Oh, just this guy,” I say. “This hot guy who’s probably gonna wind up breaking my heart and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“Why do you think he’s gonna break your heart?” Kat asks. “Maybe he’s not an asshole, after all.”
“Nope. He’s an asshole. A lying, cheating scumbag-asshole. But for some reason, my body doesn’t seem to care.”
Kat strokes my hair again. “I like Drunk Tessa. She’s a blabbermouth.”
“Thank you.”
“I vote you give the asshole a chance,” Kat says. “Maybe he’s got a perfectly good explanation for his purported assholery.”
“Or maybe he’s just an asshole.”
We stare at the moonlight, cuddled up for a long beat.
“Hey, I was just wondering,” Kat says. “Does Charlotte happen to work in PR, just like me? That’d be a crazy coincidence, wouldn’t it?”
“Nope. No PR for Charlotte—she’s a flight attendant.”
Kat lets out a strangely demonic noise. “God, I love my life.”
“I love your life, too, Kitty. I want your life.”
“What airline does Charlotte work for?” Kat asks.
“Delta.”
Kat lets out a little evil-laugh and then smiles at me sweetly. “Does Charlotte like being a flight attendant for Delta?”
“Oh, she loves it. It’s her dream job. Wooh! I’m feelingreallywobbly.” I grip Kat’s baby bump even more tightly.
“You okay?” Kat asks.
I nod.
Kat squeezes my arm. “I have a friend who’s a flight attendant and she loves it, too. She especially loves the attention she gets from men whenever she wears her uniform, especially to bars—she says she feels like the sexiest girl in the world.”
“Oh my gosh! That’s exactly what Charlotte says!”
“No.”
“Yes,” I insist.
“Tell me more,” Kat says.
“Charlotte says when she’s in uniform, especially in bars, she attracts hotties like taking candy from horny babies—and believe me, Charlotte McDougal has no qualms about taking man-candy from horny babies in very large fistfuls.” I snort.
“Wow,” Kat marvels, “Charlotte reallyismy sister-from-another-mister. Too bad I never tried wearing one of my friend’s flight-attendant uniforms to a bar—it sure sounds like it would have been a blast.”
“Honey, if you’d worn a flight-attendant uniform into a bar, the place would have burst into flames if anyone so much as lit a cigarette.”
We both laugh.
“I used to do stuff like that all the time, actually,” Kat says. “Not anymore, of course.” She holds up the massive rock on her finger. “Nowadays, I do all my role-play with Josh.”
