Getting Wet - It's Raining Men

Chapter 5

Ally

I woke up with Hawkley's arms draped around me. I smiled at how we'd gotten so carried away last night. But I wasn't ashamed or feeling guilty for our pleasure. We'd snuggled and kissed all night, and every time I moved in the bed, he draped an arm or leg over me like he didn't want me to go. I gently moved his arm off me and got up. I stepped into my dress from last night and found my way to his kitchen; desperate for a cup of coffee, I could smell scenting the air. There was a ton of sunlight in the apartment, and it put me in a good mood until I made it to the source of the coffee smell. There in his kitchen, standing at the counter, was a tall and gorgeous goddess pouring herself a cup. She was easily six feet tall without an inch of fat on her stunning figure. She was clad in a bikini, covered by a flowing and transparent mumu; on her feet were wedge espadrilles. Her Hollywood hair was parted in the middle, and the loosely curled tendrils fell onto her shoulders, framing large but thin gold hoops in her ears. She smiled at me like she was happy to see me, revealing a large and adorable gap between her two front teeth.

"Heya!" she said.

Fuck.

Were gorgeous models inherently friendly or staggeringly stupid?How did I constantly seem to get entangled with cheaters? Was I a cheater magnet? It was my fault too because I hadn't thought to ask him if he had a girlfriend. It just seemed like he didn't, but I guess he had a reason for making it seem that way. His girlfriend was so cute that it actually brought tears to my eyes. Men were snakes, and maybe I needed to start dating my own gender.

"He's a pig. The whole sink was full of dishes, and there was a pair of underwear on top," she told me, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She lifted up the wet underwear. It was mine. I died a little inside. Okay, a lot.

As she came closer, I could see the spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She was fucking perfect; even I wanted to take pictures of her and put them on album covers. Her face was familiar too, probably because she was famous. She reminded me of Bridget Bardot, only lanky and waif-like.

She casually pulled a mug from the cupboard, one which had the AARP logo.

"Coffee?" she asked me. She was already pouring it. "Cream?" she asked.

I cleared my throat.

"Black," I said, nearly choking.

I gulped the hot coffee too fast and too eagerly. Then I held in the cough that rattled my chest because I'd burnt my tongue, my lips, and everything else on the way down. It was okay. I deserved it.

She opened the window over the sink, opened it all the way so the breeze could come in.

"Hawk is so selfish," she said.

"I nodded and sipped. Frozen in my spot. Transfixed by her beauty, her cool calm, and maybe her—

Ohhh. I get it. They're one of those polyamorous couples that do other people as part of the deal. Weird. Not judging. Okay, totally judging. Gross. Although, on second thought, maybe not?

"Did you at least have fun last night?" she asked me with a whiff of melancholy.

What's the right thing to say? What do these people want to hear? Terrible the correct answer, so they don't get jealous? Or is it Wonderful? Is it all supposed to be fantastic?

"It was…drunk?" I replied. I slapped my palm on my face.

She giggled a little and hopped up on the counter, and perched there like a perfect little pixie.

"What's your name?" she asked me. She tilted her head to the side like a sweet puppy.

"I'm Allison," I said, stiff as aboard. I stuck my hand out like a goddamn robot.

She offered me hers in a much more gracious and graceful way.

"I'm Wren. Did he tell you about me?"

"He did not. Or maybe he did, and I don't remember? Anyway, this was so great, and I should go because my friend is waiting for me and I have work to do." I walked over and set my empty coffee cup in the sink that she'd apparently scrubbed clean of dishes and of stranger's panties. I grabbed those and tried to casually slide them into my purse.

"You should totally stay, Allison. I'm making Tofu scramble with tomatoes and peppers. It's his favorite!"

"It is?" I swallowed. This would never have worked on any level. I loved bacon. I didn't love having coffee with my boyfriend's other girlfriends. "I've got to go, unfortunately, but it was great to meet you."

She pulled her legs into her chest and crossed her ankles in front of her hoo-hah, and I couldn't help but notice that her entire body seemed free of hair or any single blemish.