Goddess

A few hours later,I arrive back at Glam’s to pick up Goddess. I have this great day planned for us, so I hope she likes it. I can tell she’s had a rough go of it, and I decided to do something nice for her as a welcome to Marietta day. I’m adding to the pampering my mother suggested. Well, sort of anyway. She comes out of the salon, and I almost don’t recognize her aside from her clothes. Her blond locks are now in endless curls framing her heart-shaped face. She’s wearing makeup, but not overly so. It brings out the freckles on her nose. She resembles a wholesome girl next door even more now, but her body still rivals that of a porn star. The struggle to resist temptation is real. Her azure eyes sparkle as she waits to hear what I think.

“Now I’ll have to start calling you Gorgeous,” I tease as she climbs into the truck.

“Do you like it? I mean, do you think it’s too much?”

Is that a trick question? How is her confidence not through the roof? I hate that someone has done this to her. “It looks very fitting on you. I like the soft layers too,” I add. She beams, and that crimson shade of red is back. Only this time, my little hitchhiker is blushing. What the hell am I even saying? Soft layers? Since when do I care about that kind of shit? All I usually care about is how well it would wrap around my fist as I pound a woman from behind. Just shoot me now.

“Thank you,” she murmurs.

“Of course. Now let’s get this shopping over with so we can get to the surprise I have for you.”

“You don’t have to take me shopping. I can go on my own. I don’t know many men who wouldn’t be daunted by that task.”

“Are you kidding me? My mother would have my hide. We’re going.” I chuckle.

“Wait. Did you say you had a surprise for me?” She is just catching that tidbit.

“Yes. Yes. I did. I don’t want to hear your excuses about not accepting all the kindness. It’s what us Southerners are all about, so please enjoy the hospitality.”

“But. But—”

“No buts. Let’s get this shopping done. My vote is that we start at the bra store.”

I watch her try to contain her laughter. She finally doubles over. Tears leak from her eyes because she’s laughing so hard. I give her a mock frown, and she laughs harder.

“Bra store? Who says that? You know you have the tact of a bull in a china shop. At least your mom tried to tell me I needed to put the girls away in a nice way by suggesting I shop for some essentials.”

She resumes her laughing, and I can’t help but join her. I should have known she wasn’t fooled.

“Okay. You got me. Let’s go, my little hitchhiker.”

She sticks her tongue out at me, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying our banter. She hit the nail on the head about one thing. I do hate shopping. Especially with women. I only want to fuck them or do the arbitrary things that lead up to the fucking, like dinner and maybe a movie. You get one night of my attention, and then I’m on to the next. It’s the best way to avoid the inevitable clinginess sure to follow if I let one stick around too long. I’m doing this as a favor to my mother. It sure as fuck isn’t how I saw my day going, but surprisingly, I don’t mind. I don’t want to read into the reasons either. I’ll show her a good time today and then resume my mission to get laid. It shouldn’t be that hard. Two words. Contact list.

“My vote is we go to a store that can be a one-stop shop,” she says.

“I don’t know what a one-stop shop is, but it sounds like my kind of plan,” I agree.

“Well, in this instance, I’m speaking of Target. I can get everything I need in one place.”

I like that she’s not frivolous and can shop at Target. She gets major kudos for that choice.