“Haley, baby. I missed you, bitch.” Kayla bent down and ruffled the top of my head.
“It has only been a week. Get off me and get in the kitchen. You can get that wine you brought with you opened.”
“Yes, Miss.” She saluted me.
“How are things anyway?” I asked her. Kayla looked pretty as a picture. The sun had brought out her freckles and she had a healthy glow to her usually milk-white skin. She was wearing a floral tea dress and looked stunning and I told her so.
“Why thank you.” She did a twirl. “The dress is down to a lovely little vintage unit near the gallery and the healthy glow is due to nude sunbathing in the back yard and lots of sex.”
“How is the gallery?” I asked, diverting her from the subject of sex until Tiff was here too.
“Amazing. Daniel has had an interest in a picture we all did together called Submit. I think his career could be about to explode.”
“That is amazing for him.”
“I know. The guy works so hard. His paintings are selling so quickly right now and people are on a wait list for his works. He has been offered ridiculous amounts of money for commissioned works but refuses now to paint portraits. He wants to paint what he wants and while people are waiting to buy whatever he produces, why not?”
“Why not indeed?”
“Hi, girls.” Tiff walked through the door and planted herself straight onto the couch. “I am fucked and not from Brandon. I have been all over the place today. Sold a condo in Queens and a brownstone in New York’s Upper East Side.”
“Just stay away from King Park.”
“You so have that in the bag.”
“Not according to Malcolm.”
“God, I hate that man. He does nothing but stare at my tits.”
“Tiff, we all stare at your tits, darling, they’re huge,” Kayla added.
“Not like him. He’s a slimeball.”
“He will get what is coming to him. I shall make sure of it. I am a firm believer in karma.” I told them. “Right, let’s eat because we have tons to gossip about.”
The poor chick flick never got played that evening because we didn’t come up for air. Tiff told us that she and Brandon were going to try for a baby which brought tears of joy to us all. Kayla was so obviously happy with her home life and new career helping sell art. She said she didn’t miss Greens at all, mainly because there the boss didn’t call her up in the middle of the day for a massive sex marathon. Tiff and I thought of old Arthur Green with his bald pate and pot belly and made a mock heave. The guy was lovely, and around sixty-two years of age.
“Well, ladies. Tomorrow evening, I have a date.” I announced, followed by my breaking out into a beaming smile.
Tiff and Kayla exchanged a look.
“What was that look all about. Aren’t you pleased for me?” I asked. I haven’t even told you who it’s with yet.”
“Haley, babes. All your recent dates have gone to shit. We are worried rather than excited.”
“Well, I have high hopes for this one because I know them already?”
“Well, we know it’s not Malcolm, so who is it with?” Kayla asked.
“Chase and Todd.”
Tiff squealed while Kayla’s forehead creased. “Chase and Todd.”
“Yes, I am taking a leaf out of your books and I am going out with two men at the same time.”
“Fuck me,” Kayla said. “That didn’t take you long.”
“I am so happy,” Tiff said. “I kinda set the situation up. Henry knows them.”