Page 38 of Sexting His Son's Ex
Luckily, Marlowe and I do okay for ourselves, so we are able to afford a place like this every once in a while.
“I told them to get out and go to a regular fucking café without cats. People need to use their damn brains. I’m tired of thinking for myself and everyone else around me. I even made a big sign and taped it to the door.“DO NOT ENTER IF YOU ARE ALLERGIC TO CATS. IT IS A CAT CAFÉ. RUB TWO BRAIN CELLS TOGETHER TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THAT MEANS.”
I toss my head back, laughing so hard, the people walking by us stare.
I love Marlowe. She has such a short fuse when it comes to people. She isn’t exactly a people person. I’m not sure why she decided to be my friend. When she opened her store so close to mine, she came over and bought a few flowers for her openingday. Ever since then, we’ve been inseparable. We’re so different. She’s goth and moody, I’m bright sunshine.
Somehow, our friendship works.
“I love that.”
“It’s actually great for business.”
My phone vibrates and I know it’s a message from Santino. I’m impatient as we walk to the restaurant. All I want to do is read what he said. I know it’s going to be detailed and filthy. I love Marlowe, but I can’t wait to go home and get more pictures and videos from Santino.
Tonight, I need to tell Marlowe the truth. She’ll steer me in the right direction. She’s brutally honest and doesn’t really care about hurting your feelings.
A car blares its horn when we dart across the street. I lift my hand in apology, mouthing the word ‘sorry.’ The driver flips his middle finger at me, his tires spinning when he slams on the gas to drive around us.
“Gross,” Marlowe coughs, inhaling the burnt rubber he left on the pavement.
I wave my hand across my face, and we pick up our walking pace, stopping at the crosswalk. We pass a few nightclubs. The lines are long; people dressed in their best to get inside. A few guys whistle at us as we walk by.
“Don’t even look at them.” Marlowe looks both ways before we run across the street. “We don’t want to ruin our appetite for our amazing dinner we are about to have. I’m so excited. I can’t believe it took us six months to get in here.”
“I know. I hope the menu is good tonight. It changes every week.”
“I want a glass of wine so bad.”
“I need them to fill it to the rim,” I grumble.
Marlowe opens the front doors of the restaurant, and the high ceilings and huge, impressive chandeliers have us tilt our heads back so we can see the extravagance. There’s artwork on the ceiling with gold leaf shimmer.
“Welcome to Antoinette’s. What is your reservation under?” The young lady asks, her tone sharp and refined.
“Jovie,” I answer. “Party of two.”
She grins, pressing a few buttons on the screen. “Perfect. Follow me, please.” She doesn’t grab menus. She simply spins around and walks away, her slicked back high ponytail swaying back and forth.
Wow. I’m not sure where to look. The place is stunning. Everyone who is seated is in a booth, dressed in their best, and drinking luxury bottles of wine. I feel a little out of place here. Both Marlowe and I have on gorgeous dresses. Hers is black, like usual, and the torso is sheer. The straps are thin, the breasts have cups that remind me of seashells, and the entire gown hugs her fit body.
Mine is a plum-colored knee length, A-line cut that flares out at my hips with straps that hug my shoulders. My hair is up in a messy twist since I didn’t have time to do it after I closed the shop. I only had time to change and touch up my makeup.
“Is this alright, Ms. Morgan?” The hostess spreads her arm out, gesturing to a small booth for two. A beautiful mosaic lighthangs from the ceiling, the colors a kaleidoscope of colors across the sleek black tabletop.
“Thank you so much. This is wonderful.” I take a seat on one side while Marlowe sits across from me.
“Your server will be with you shortly. In the meantime, can I go ahead and put in a drink orders for you?”
“We will take a bottle of champagne, please. We’re celebrating,” Marlowe informs not only our waitress, but me as well.
The hostess smile reaches her eyes. “How exciting! What are we celebrating tonight?”
“Our friendship.” Marlowe blows me a kiss, and I kiss her right back.
“Aw, that’s so sweet. I wish I had a friendship like that. That’s beautiful. I’ll place that order and your server will bring it to your table with water.”
“Perfect. Thank you, again.”
