Chapter 19
Settled in at home in her favorite lounge pants and baggy t-shirt with a cold bottle of Pinot Grigio, Bounce curled in her lap purring and Kate and Leopold in the DVD player, Amber was finally calm enough to think about what she’d done and her future. No matter how many times Evan called her answering machine that she was ignoring or how much he offered to get her back, she was done with him and his immature, chauvinistic bullshit. Even though she was now officially unemployed, she somehow felt relieved by it and already had an interview set up for next Monday morning at the offices of one of Evan’s biggest competitors.
That made her smile even more as she watched Hugh Jackman’s Leopold getting accustomed to modern days, waiting for the scene where he and Kate sat on her balcony and listened to the old man across the way playing “Moon River” on his stereo. The romance of the movie got to her every time she watched it and today was no exception, only wishing that Jon was the lead in the movie and she was Meg Ryan’s Kate.
As hard as she was trying to get the man out of her head, she couldn’t stop thinking about how gentle and sweet he was, how he made her feel special and needed when, in fact, they barely knew each other. She knew him a whole lot better than he knew her, only from the standpoint of a fan, a very devoted fan, something that he knew too and hadn’t balked at all when he saw the evidence of it himself. Or she corrected herself, didn’t mention any hesitation when he was sprawled out on her bed or had her impaled on his very talented cock. Licking her lips unconsciously, she tried to focus on the movie as she absently grabbed another Dove Dark Chocolate Promise from the bag that was ripped open and scattered all over the couch.
“Hey girlfriend! These came for you after you left today. Somebody’s got an admirer, you got roses this morning.” Cassidy breezed into Amber’s house with her own key, since they exchanged cat sitting they also exchanged keys. “I saw the roses in the kitchen, somebody said you pitched them?”
“They were from, Rafe.”
Tossing her bag on the chair, she placed the large bouquet of gold, yellow and tawny colored flowers on the coffee table blocking Amber’s view of the movie, before heading to the kitchen to get her own glass. “These are prettier anyway. Evan was in a foul mood all day. Said you quit! Spill the details!”
Laughing as her girlfriend kicked off her shoes, padding around in her bare feet and made herself at home, Amber stared at the flowers that obviously weren’t from Rafael since she’d already disposed of those. “When you get settled.”
“Come on! Open the card or I’ll do it for you. It’s been killing me all day to know who the mystery guy is.” Returning from the kitchen and now squirming in her chair, Cassidy flipped back her long curly black hair and tried to get comfortable when she was anxious for information.
“I don’t want to!”
“I’ll do it if you don’t!”
“I’ll do it later.” Her heart was tripping at the prospect of them being from Jon, yet Evan was just underhanded enough to attempt to bribe her with them. Not completely certain that she wanted to know that Jon Bon Jovi was capable of sending flowers to a woman that turned him down. Thinking about it for a minute she wondered how often women actually turned the man down.
“Like hell you will!” Reaching forward she plucked the card from the bouquet and slapped away Amber’s hands as she attempted to stop her from reading it. Scanning the card Cassidy whistled low before reading it out loud with overemphasized drama “Amber, love the name, love the color, same color as whiskey.” Flipping the card over, she didn’t find a signature, then poked through the flowers with the same result. “What the hell? Some guy sends you flowers like these and doesn’t sign the card? They had to cost at least a hundred bucks.”
Seeing her friend’s far away Cheshire grin she knew there was a story behind it. “Who is this guy? You’ve never said a word about anybody other than that fucking snake Rafael. He and Evan left together tonight arguing about something and Evan seemed pretty damned steamed about whatever it was. Speaking of him, what happened to you two? I thought Rafe was going to propose.”
“So did I, apparently he did that over a year ago. Didn’t you see that little bimbo that Summer was all cozy with at the party? That was Rafael’s wife!”
“Fuck me! The sleazebag is fucking married? Let me at him, I’ll castrate him and feed his genitals to him! How could he do that to you? If I was you, I’d be devastat....wait a minute, you’re not even acting like you’re upset.” This was not the Amber she’d known all her life or nearly so, sitting on the couch calmly eating chocolate and watching a sappy movie wasn’t Amber’s MO. Breakups usually meant eating frenzies with pizza figuring prominently in the picture, although the wine and chocolate were present.
“I’m not. Never felt better about myself. I ditched a lying, cheating asshole boyfriend and my male chauvinist pig boss in one morning. Then I got myself an interview set up with Evan’s major competitor for Monday morning. Evan never did appreciate what I’ve done for him and this project they’re doing, it’s going to stink like rotten cheese. It’s terrible.” Smiling gaily she stood to find the phone to order a pizza anyway since she hadn’t eaten and it now sounded good. “Staying for dinner?”
“Pizza?” Nodding when Amber confirmed it, still there was something about Amber’s demeanor that smacked of a secret she wasn’t sharing.
That made her smile even more as she watched Hugh Jackman’s Leopold getting accustomed to modern days, waiting for the scene where he and Kate sat on her balcony and listened to the old man across the way playing “Moon River” on his stereo. The romance of the movie got to her every time she watched it and today was no exception, only wishing that Jon was the lead in the movie and she was Meg Ryan’s Kate.
As hard as she was trying to get the man out of her head, she couldn’t stop thinking about how gentle and sweet he was, how he made her feel special and needed when, in fact, they barely knew each other. She knew him a whole lot better than he knew her, only from the standpoint of a fan, a very devoted fan, something that he knew too and hadn’t balked at all when he saw the evidence of it himself. Or she corrected herself, didn’t mention any hesitation when he was sprawled out on her bed or had her impaled on his very talented cock. Licking her lips unconsciously, she tried to focus on the movie as she absently grabbed another Dove Dark Chocolate Promise from the bag that was ripped open and scattered all over the couch.
“Hey girlfriend! These came for you after you left today. Somebody’s got an admirer, you got roses this morning.” Cassidy breezed into Amber’s house with her own key, since they exchanged cat sitting they also exchanged keys. “I saw the roses in the kitchen, somebody said you pitched them?”
“They were from, Rafe.”
Tossing her bag on the chair, she placed the large bouquet of gold, yellow and tawny colored flowers on the coffee table blocking Amber’s view of the movie, before heading to the kitchen to get her own glass. “These are prettier anyway. Evan was in a foul mood all day. Said you quit! Spill the details!”
Laughing as her girlfriend kicked off her shoes, padding around in her bare feet and made herself at home, Amber stared at the flowers that obviously weren’t from Rafael since she’d already disposed of those. “When you get settled.”
“Come on! Open the card or I’ll do it for you. It’s been killing me all day to know who the mystery guy is.” Returning from the kitchen and now squirming in her chair, Cassidy flipped back her long curly black hair and tried to get comfortable when she was anxious for information.
“I don’t want to!”
“I’ll do it if you don’t!”
“I’ll do it later.” Her heart was tripping at the prospect of them being from Jon, yet Evan was just underhanded enough to attempt to bribe her with them. Not completely certain that she wanted to know that Jon Bon Jovi was capable of sending flowers to a woman that turned him down. Thinking about it for a minute she wondered how often women actually turned the man down.
“Like hell you will!” Reaching forward she plucked the card from the bouquet and slapped away Amber’s hands as she attempted to stop her from reading it. Scanning the card Cassidy whistled low before reading it out loud with overemphasized drama “Amber, love the name, love the color, same color as whiskey.” Flipping the card over, she didn’t find a signature, then poked through the flowers with the same result. “What the hell? Some guy sends you flowers like these and doesn’t sign the card? They had to cost at least a hundred bucks.”
Seeing her friend’s far away Cheshire grin she knew there was a story behind it. “Who is this guy? You’ve never said a word about anybody other than that fucking snake Rafael. He and Evan left together tonight arguing about something and Evan seemed pretty damned steamed about whatever it was. Speaking of him, what happened to you two? I thought Rafe was going to propose.”
“So did I, apparently he did that over a year ago. Didn’t you see that little bimbo that Summer was all cozy with at the party? That was Rafael’s wife!”
“Fuck me! The sleazebag is fucking married? Let me at him, I’ll castrate him and feed his genitals to him! How could he do that to you? If I was you, I’d be devastat....wait a minute, you’re not even acting like you’re upset.” This was not the Amber she’d known all her life or nearly so, sitting on the couch calmly eating chocolate and watching a sappy movie wasn’t Amber’s MO. Breakups usually meant eating frenzies with pizza figuring prominently in the picture, although the wine and chocolate were present.
“I’m not. Never felt better about myself. I ditched a lying, cheating asshole boyfriend and my male chauvinist pig boss in one morning. Then I got myself an interview set up with Evan’s major competitor for Monday morning. Evan never did appreciate what I’ve done for him and this project they’re doing, it’s going to stink like rotten cheese. It’s terrible.” Smiling gaily she stood to find the phone to order a pizza anyway since she hadn’t eaten and it now sounded good. “Staying for dinner?”
“Pizza?” Nodding when Amber confirmed it, still there was something about Amber’s demeanor that smacked of a secret she wasn’t sharing.
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