When he pulled away, she mourned the loss of his lips, and licked her own in return. “I’ll see you soon,” he said.
Autumn climbed into her car with tingling lips. Firing up the engine, she put her seat belt on, and pulled out of his shop.
“That was fine. This is fine. I can go, and everything is more than fine. I’m happy. Of course I’m happy. Why wouldn’t I be happy?” She tapped on the steering wheel and navigated her way through traffic.
Over half an hour later, she was parking and heading toward her apartment. Climbing the stairs, as the elevator was out of order, she paused when she saw her sister sitting outside of her apartment door.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to make amends.” Summer held up a bottle of wine.
“Really? On a Monday?”
“I’ve got nothing better to do, and I don’t like how we ended our call.” Summer grunted as she stood tall, her slim body covered by an expensive looking business suit. “I feel so fucking fat today.”
Rolling her eyes, Autumn pulled her key out while also trying not to think about what she’d done after the phone call.
It’s okay, Summer. Remember your ex, Carter? Yeah, he fingered me after our conversation. All is fine.
Opening the door to her apartment, she flicked on the light, throwing the keys onto a tray.
“You got your car fixed?”
“Yeah.”
“Who by?”
“I don’t remember the name.” The lies were just mounting up. Grabbing two glasses from her cupboard, she kicked off her pumps, and walked barefoot toward her sister, who had already removed her jacket.
“I hate being all formal at times.” Summer removed her scarf, and Autumn saw the love bite on her neck.
There was no way Autumn was getting naked in front of her sister. The bruises on her hips would give away what she’d been up to.
“The guy that gave you that hickey still in the picture?”
“Ugh, Brad is always in the picture. It’s part of his charm.”
“Brad? Your boss.”
“The one and only.”
Autumn stared at her sister, worried about her. “Don’t you think that’s a bit risky?”
“Not really. When I first slept with him I didn’t know he was the boss. Now I know, and even though I try not to get into bed with him, it’s hard. You wouldn’t understand.”
Taking a seat on the sofa, Autumn forced a smile. “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”
“What can I do to convince you to go on a date with David?”
“Seriously? You bring wine, and you think you’re going to get me to agree to date him?”
“What’s the big issue? You’ll like him. He’s reliable.”
Rolling her eyes, she sat back. Her anger started to build as Summer tried to sell David to her.
“He’s totally your type.”
Autumn thought about Carter. He was totally different from every man she’d been with. “What makes him my type?” she asked.