“Gotcha.”
I think she’s gone when her head pops back. “Her ex was a manipulative, lazy asshole. And a mama’s boy.”
Well, he sounds awesome. “Understood.”
“Good.” And then, she’s gone. I rotate my chair so I can see what’s going on in the shop. Prudence is standing near the open bay door, her arms crossed again. Laura, on the other hand, has her hand on Brett’s shoulder. Her head is thrown back, laughing.
Now, why can’t Prudence be more like that? You know, flirty and easy. My eyes move to her again. She’s got her baby blues on me, so I wink, then turn back to my work.
I take it back. I’d rather have someone who makes me work for it. The sex will be better. A hard-won battle is much more satisfying than an easy conquest.
Mark my words, I may not have won this battle, but I will win the fucking war.
ChapterSeven
Prudence
“Youare an idiot.”
We’re back in Laura’s car on the way to the shop after paying Nate for my rim.
“Why?”
I know why she’s saying it. Because I turned down a half-assed offer for dinner with jerkface Nate.
“You need to get laid, girl.” She shakes her head. “No, youdeserveto get laid. Especially by a man who knows what he’s doing.”
“I’mnotgonna sleep with him.” I’m not.
“Why the hell not? You’ve only ever been with fuckface Travis.”
“There’s just something about that guy that rubs me the wrong way.”
“Girl, I’ve every confidence he would rub you all therightways.”
I snort, but I’ve got to say, “Laura, you’re so disgusting.”
“No, I’m dirty. There’s a distinction.” She flicks on her turn signal.
“It’s not in my DNA to just jump into bed with a guy.”
“You’re a divorcée now. You can do whatever the fuck you want.”
I like the sound of the word divorcée. It makes the failure of my marriage sound glamorous.
“By the way, you look adorable in that yellow dress. I hope you’ve got on some sexy undies underneath that thing?” I notice immediately Laura’s change in tack.
I see what she’s doing. “Why is my underwear part of this discussion?” And to answer her question? No, they’re white cotton granny panties which is fine because “He’s never going to see my underwear.”
“They’re giant panties, aren’t they?” Why does she sound so disappointed?
“Maybe.”
“That’s it.” She snaps. “We’re going shopping next weekend. It’s time to update your underthings.”
Snickering, I look over at my bestie. Even with her eyes straight ahead on the road, I can tell she’s sincerely irritated with me. “Underthings?”
“Panties, knickers, underwear, whatever. You need new ones. Sexy ones. It’ll make you feel good.” She glances my way just as I roll my eyes.
