Page 69 of Savage Prince
Temperance:Is your lingerie store open tonight?
Her reply comes as soonas I make it back to my bedroom.
Yve:I’m here right now. You need something?
Temperance: You work Saturday nights?
Yve: Man’s out of town. Might as well make bank. Come spend some money. I’ll hook you up with some goodies.
Temperance: On my way.
Yve replieswith an emoji of a woman in a red dress.
I guess I could wear red again tonight ...
* * *
Pretty Kitty,which is located right next to Dirty Dog, has the cutest magenta storefront that I’ve never noticed before.
Yve greets me with a smile and a quick hug as soon as I step inside. “You made it!”
“I’m probably making a terrible decision.”
Her eyes widen. “Those are usually the best kind. You want to tell me about it?”
“Remember when I mentioned that club?”
She chokes on a laugh. “Like I could forget? I’m ready to send you back loaded down with business cards so I can get some more traffic through my doors.”
“And here I was going to ask you to tell me not to go back.”
Her brows dive together. “Now, why in the world would I do that?”
“Because, I ... I shouldn’t be showing up for some booty call with a guy whose name I don’t know. It doesn’t make any sense. Lord, I shouldn’t even be telling you this. You’re going to think I’m a whore, and I’ve only met you once.”
“First,” she says as she crosses her arms over her adorable teal dress, “I don’t go around slut-shaming anyone. You can do whatever you want with whoever you want, and the only way I’d judge you for it—and by judge, I meanmurder you—is if you came sniffing around my man. Or any of my girls’ men. We clear on that?”
All I can manage is a jerky nod. “Of course.”
“Good. Then let’s talk about the rest of your asinine statement next.”
“Asinine? Really?”
“You did say I was going to think you’re a whore, did you not?”
Again, my response is a nod.
“What do you have against booty calls?”
“It just seems so ... impersonal. Doesn’t it?”
“You looking to marry this guy?”
I rear back. “Lord, no.”
“Then why does it have to be personal? You’re a single woman, old enough to think for herself. Why do you feel like you need to justify this to anyone? You want to get laid, go get laid. You don’t need to be thinking about china patterns when you do it.”
She’s right, but I’ve still got hang-ups. “I don’t even know his name.”
