“Thanks. It’s taking some getting used to.”
I’d wondered if my boss would say anything about it, but he’d just rolled his eyes and went back to the task he’d been doing. Now I’d had a compliment from someone that wasn’t Keith or the hairdresser. “Keep it. It suits you.”
“Oh! That’s sweet. Thank you.” I looked away again, unsure of what else to say.
“See you next week,” she said waving her long, slim fingers at me and walked away.
I watched as she walked away, but I didn’t really see her. I was thinking about Rachel. She’d tried to break me when she cut off my hair and her ‘sisters’ had tried to finish me off. They hadn’t realized they’d made me. Not yet, anyway.
I decided I’d ask Keith about a party when I got home later, and maybe, just maybe, I’d wear some of the more risqué clothes my aunt had packed into those boxes. I’d put them in the back of my closet at Keith’s, but perhaps I’d pull them out.
I’d lost a little weight with our daily walks along with the amount of walking I did at school which also helped. Plus, I ate a lot better now and I’d almost given up my chocolate donut habit too. Almost. I still had a little work to do, but I didn’t feel an urgent need to lose any more weight.
Keith really seemed to like me as I was. I didn’t want to change too much, or he might not like my body anymore. Even though I knew it wasn’t just my body that intrigued him. We talked about a variety of subjects and sometimes we’d spend hours talking about things nobody else seemed to ever talk about. We’d arouse each other with our minds, not just our bodies, but that didn’t mean I shouldn’t be healthy.
I sat back down and went back to tapping at the desk. But part of me was still a teenager, and for once I wanted to party. Healthy could wait until tomorrow. Sexy and fun was what I wanted tonight.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Keith
It was Grant’s night with Celia, but I hadn’t seen her hair yet. Grant told me about it but it just didn’t make any sense in my head. I waited for her to come home after her shift at the library and hid from her. When she went to walk up the stairs, I leaned out from the kitchen to have a look at the back.
Okay, not too bad. I tried to lean out to have a better look, but my sock-clad foot slid on the polished, hardwood floors and I fell. I quickly got up and knew I was caught. I ran to the pantry door, slipped inside and quietly closed the door.
“Hey?” she called out as she came back down the stairs. “Are you down here, Keith?”
“Celia, are you home?” I heard Grant call from the living room. “Sorry, I knocked over a plant. How was your day?”
“People like my hair, apparently. I’ve had some stares, some compliments, and someone slipped me a number. Which I promptly threw away.”
I heard her kiss him and knew I was saved. I came out of the closet and went through the other door to the back hallway, where my bedroom was. We’d all moved down here to the first floor when she moved in so that she would have the floor to herself.
It also kept her away from our rooms. Where we were usually hiding when it wasn’t our night with her. Sometimes Grant and I went out, just to have some fun and see what was happening in the world, but not as often as we used to. People had noticed and wi
th all the texts and phone calls, wanted to know why the hard-partying triplets had disappeared.
We hadn’t said a word, just kept it to ourselves. It was nobody’s business really. None of their business at all.
My phone buzzed a minute after I heard the upstairs bathroom shut. She was in the shower then.
“She wants to go to a party. Where can I take her?”
“She hasn’t got a test or exam tomorrow does she?” I couldn’t believe I was asking that but her studies were important to her. I didn’t want her to fuck that up.
“No, nothing. I do, though. Do you want to swap nights?”
I stared at the screen, a little shocked. Had she rubbed off on Grant too?
“Sure, just come down, and I’ll tell her I came down for a drink.”
I heard him come down the stairs, go into his room and I stood up. I’d had a shower and changed when I got home from class and so, was ready for a night out.
There weren’t a lot of bars or clubs I could take her to, but I knew a place that didn’t ask a lot of questions if you had cash. I went out into the kitchen, took a bottle of tea from the fridge and waited for her to come down.
My eyes widened when she came down in a long black sweater dress with a slit that went up to her hip on the right side. The top hung low, revealing most of her cleavage. The back was just as low. She looked stunning, especially with her new hair and I knew we were in for some fun tonight.
“Wow, baby. You look awesome.” I meant it too. I twirled her around when she made it down the stairs, her feet encased in a pair of cheap black stilettos. I’d have to remember to take her shopping I decided. Once she was settled into the idea of all of this. “Are you ready to go?”
“Sure, let’s get out of here.” I knew from the husky sound of her voice that she didn’t just mean a party. My little nympho was ready for more of me.