Chapter 3
Lexie
I stayed in the bathroom for as long as I could. Shelly and Kim had gone back out long before I was able to gather the courage to face the music. Kim tried to make me feel better by saying, ‘It doesn't lookthatbad,’ right before she left. Notthatbad? Oh, it’s worse than bad. As soon as I pull the door open, I step out running face-first into a tall body. “Whoa, you okay?” asks Archie Bowman, accountant of my dreams.
Of course, the first person I’d see in this humiliating state of dress is Archie. I’ve had a thing for him ever since he showed me how to use the copy machine that day. He’s really nice and very easy on the eyes. He’s got brown hair and eyes; he’s tall at about six foot. Archie’s not super muscly or anything, but he’s not scrawny either––he’s just right.
I blink and look up at his face as he pushes thick glasses up is long, strong nose. When my eyes find his, they’re not looking back at me. They’re looking down––down to my sweater. “Wow, Lexie…”
I look down to see what he’s referring to and all I see are boobs pushing out of my sweater.
“That’s a great sweater,” he mumbles.
I want to whine and complain about the cruel joke played by Katya, but he obviously means what he’s saying. His eyes have grown round in surprised.
“It’s a little tight.” A little tight? That’s an understatement, but I’m not going to do anything to push him away. I’ve been waiting for Archie to notice me for months.
“No way,” he murmurs, “It’s perfect.”
“Really?” I ask stepping back so he can see the entire thing. “You don’t think it’s too tight?”
Archie blinks several times at a rapid pace. His eyes scan from my chest down and then back up to my chest. “No way. That’s a great color too. Pink is nice.”
Pink is nice? Well, I’ll be damned. Maybe I should try to be a little more confident here. “Wow! Thanks. Well, I need to get back. See ya,” I add patting his chest with my palm.
As I walk away, he adds, “Let me buy you a drink later.”
I turn and giggle, “It’s an open bar, silly.” Okay, when did I turn into Marilyn Monroe?Silly?
Running his fingers through his thinning brown hair, “I know. But, I’m going to do it none-the-less.”
I gasp a little bit. He sounded so dominant and manly just then, “Okay.” I turn and make my way to the party. “I’ll see you in a little bit, then.”
When Cammy spots me, she spits out her drink. “Oh, my God!” she says way too loudly.
“Shh! Shut up, Cam!” I say as I march up to her.
Laughing, she takes in gulps of air, “No! I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing because you look fucking hot. If bitch face was trying to make you look ridiculous, it backfired.”
“I don’t look hot. I look like I’m stuffed like a turkey.”
“A sexy turkey. Damn, you should wear pink more often.”
Now I’m pink. I know I’m embarrassed, but that’s too much, “Archie liked it.”
“Oh, I bet he did. Look around.”
I turn my head and scanned the room. “What am I looking for?”
“Look at the men.”
I scan around the room again, and it’s then I notice the men. They’re all looking at me. And they aren’t laughing.
“They probably think I look terrible.”
“No way. I think they’ve all got boners.”
“Ooh, gross. They do not.” But, I scan the room again checking to see if she’s right when my eyes meet up with Mr. Parker’s. He’s not looking at me admiringly. He looks pissed. “Why does Mr. Parker always look like he’s mad at me?”
Cammy looks to her left in search of Gabriel Parker. “I don’t know. But he’s definitely got that pissed off look, doesn’t he?”
Yes, he certainly does. What did I do this time?
