I blushed. She caught it.
“Oh my god, what are you not telling us? Spill!”
I took another gulp of my wine. “You know that disgusting email I read out to you?”
“The one with all the filthy things that man wanted to do to you, or you to him? Yes?”
“Well...”
“No!” Kayla’s eyes widened. “It was him?”
I nodded. “Yup, Henry Carter is H.”
“Holy shit! So, what happened? Did he come on to you? Lean in and kiss you? How did it play out?”
“She might not want to tell you, Kayla. She might want to keep it private, you know?” Hayley said. “Though I hope not because we want all the juicy details.” She pulled her chair closer to mine. Kayla laughed and did the same with her chair.
I sighed. Then I told them everything that happened from the moment I had met him in the bar to the moment I had left to get in my car.
“Holy fucking Christ. I think I’m going to have to go get my vibrator just from your verbal replay.” Kayla said and then let out a laugh.
“I really hope I’m getting fucked tonight.” Haley frowned.
“Ten inches? Ten fucking inches and wide too? Does he have a brother? Scratch that,” Kayla smirked and then grabbed her laptop. I’ll check for myself.”
“Kayla, eat the damn dinner I made for us. Hayley’s out tonight. We’ll curl up on the sofa with the rest of the bottle of wine and do a full internet search.”
“You’re on.”
**
“Do I look alright?” Haley asked. I wished she was a bit more confident. She was so pretty, but always hid herself in tent like dresses because she was embarrassed about her big ass. She was wearing a red dress that reached her knees and she did look nice. It suited her petite frame.
I checked out the back of it. “Easily unzipped and off. Yes, it passes.”
She smiled. “That’s why I chose it.”
It was good to see her getting herself back on the dating scene. It had been a while and I think her confidence took a hit from her last boyfriend who had told her she was hopeless in bed because she refused to give him a blow job one night. Apparently he wasn’t all that great on the hygiene. Made me feel sick thinking about it.
“I’ll lock the door behind you. Grab your purse,” I told her.
As I opened the door, I saw a guy walk out of the apartment opposite ours. It had been vacant up until last week and this was the first time we had seen any hint of a new tenant. He stopped and stared at us.
And I’m very sure both of us stared back at him, because he was around six foot four, with short dark brown hair, shaved at the sides and longer on top. He had a very of-the-moment beard and mustache. He was wearing tight fitting jeans, and a navy t-shirt that showed a sleeve of tattoos on his corded left arm. More tattoos poked out from around his neckline.
“Hey, neighbours. I was gonna come and introduce myself tomorrow, but I guess there’s no time like the present. Unless you’re in a rush.” He nodded towards Haley. It was at that point I realised I was standing there in my pjs and robe. Jesus, what a first impression.
“The elevator can wait a few minutes. Hey there, I’m Haley. Haley Martin.” Haley held out her hand very formally and he shook it.
“I’m Brandon. Brandon Bailey.” They dropped hands and he turned to me and held his arm outstretched for a handshake.
I noted his long fingers. My mom used to call them piano fingers. I compared them to the meaty digits that were in me earlier. He stared at me. Christ was he reading my mind? Then I realised I had left him holding his arm out while I daydreamed.
I shook his hand. “I’m Tiffany Harris, seeing that we’re doing the formal thing with the handshakes and surnames and all.”
He laughed, exposing a row of perfect white teeth. Fuck me, was he an actor or something?
“No, I’m not an actor.” He smiled as the amusement washed over his face.