Lindsey stood up. “I will. In private.”
“You’re no fun,” Faith said.
Lindsey walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. “Hi, Camilla.”
“Lindsey.” Camilla’s sweet voice came through the line. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“No, it’s fine.” Lindsey sat down on the edge of the bathtub. “I’m just hanging out with Faith in her apartment.”
“The friend who convinced you to sign up for the Sugar Bowl? I should thank her.”
“God, no. Faith would love that. She’s been so smug and happy about the fact that I went on a date with someone.”
“And how do you feel about said date?” Camilla asked.
“I’m pretty happy about it too,” Lindsey replied. “I had a great time.”
“So did I. I’d love to take you out again.”
“I’d like that.”
“Next Saturday,” Camilla said. “We’ll go to dinner.”
“Okay. I can’t wait.” Lindsey hesitated. “And thanks for the gift.” She wasn’t sure if it was more impolite to mention it or to not thank her for it.
“My pleasure. I do enjoy having someone to spoil
. It isn’t quite enough money for a boob job, but I hope it’ll help with those bills of yours.”
Lindsey smiled. “It will. I’ll see you on Saturday.”
She hung up and let out a breath. She was really doing this. Lindsey got up, opened the bathroom door, and almost walked right into Faith.
“So,” Faith said. “What did Camilla say?”
“Were you listening the whole time?” Lindsey asked.
“I was trying to, but I couldn’t hear anything through this stupid door.” Faith put her hands on her hips. “Well?”
“Well, we’re going out again on Saturday. She’s taking me to dinner.”
“That’s great,” Faith said. “You’re going to need something to wear.”
Chapter Five
“I hope you left room for dessert,” Camilla said. “I have a sweet tooth, and this place does an amazing crème brûlée. The servings are enormous, so we’ll have to share.”
“Sure,” Lindsey said.
The night was going well. Just like their last date, Camilla had taken Lindsey somewhere fancier than she’d ever be able to afford herself. And, like their last date, Lindsey had started out a bundle of nerves, but Camilla had made her feel at ease. Dinner had simply flown by.
There had been a minor incident when Camilla had sent back a perfectly good plate of scallops because they ‘tasted like something from the bottom of a supermarket freezer.’ Lindsey wondered if Camilla had ever eaten anything from a supermarket freezer before. Or if she’d even set foot in a supermarket.
“They also do an amazing tiramisu,” Camilla said. “Which do you prefer?”
“I don’t mind,” Lindsey replied. “Whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want? What if I wanted you to kneel by my feet while I fed you dessert?”