Maybe Baby Lite (22 page)

“
That’s right,” Gina
answered. “I'm just here helping out for another week and then
heading back to Atlanta."

“
You girls going to be at
the quarter races tonight?”

I couldn’t believe that
Clint had asked that.

“
Doubtful,” I hissed,
still a bit raw from last weekend’s humiliating
experience.

“
C’mon,” he coaxed, “no
one thought badly about you for that. Everyone knew who was pulling
the strings there.”

Gina looked back and forth
at us quizzically.

“
Long story,” I said.
“I’ll fill you in later.”

I turned back to Clint.
“Yeah, but you kind of played a part in that, Clint.”

He looked genuinely
sheepish, absently kicking some loose straw around on the stable
floor.

“
Look, Tylar, “I’m
really
sorry, okay? You
have to believe that I did it for your own safety. I might've been
negligent in protecting you that night in the pool so I damn sure
wasn’t going to let anything happen to you again.”

“
What the hell is it with
all these guys wanting to protect you, Tylar? Must be that helpless
female thing you got going on,” Gina teased.

“
No hard feelings, Clint,
and maybe we'll see you over at the track tonight.” I
replied.

Gina and I continued on up
to the manor. “Maybe it
would
be fun to go to the track tonight,” I
commented.

“
Yeah,” she agreed,
smiling devilishly, “we might even meet some guys!”

I knew Gina was joking;
she never stopped talking about Ian, divulging every intimate part
of their life together while we worked. I was envious of her for
that. I wondered what it felt like to be that in love and lust
24/7. She said Ian grounded her. I couldn't imagine how Gina would
be if ‘ungrounded.’ I knew she was disappointed, but going to the
quarter races would get her mind off of the fact she wouldn’t be
seeing Ian this weekend, plus it would kill time for me until Trey
got in. My butterflies were restless today.

Once we returned to the
manor, we went our separate ways. My cell phone was ringing when I
got to my room. It was Trey.

“
Hi,” I answered sounding
a bit overly excited.

“
Hey there,” smooth and
silky said. “What are you up to?”

“
Just got in from work and
ready to hop in the shower. Gina and I are going to over to watch
the quarter races this evening.”

“
You’ll be careful,
right?”

“
Of course, Trey,” I
answered, rolling my eyes.

“
Good girl. So,” he
continued, a bit hesitantly, it sounded as if he'd put his hand
over his phone, muffling the sound of another conversation taking
place at his end. I waited, tapping my foot, as I continued rooting
through my closet. Finally he was back on the phone.

“
Sorry about that,” he
said. “I’ve got a couple of conversations going on here at the
moment. I was starting to tell you I’m not going to be able to make
it back to Bristol this weekend after all. Opposing counsel has
filed a Motion to Compel Arbitration. The judge has agreed to hear
oral arguments from both sides in chambers tomorrow. He'll rule on
the motion Monday morning. So I'm going to be tied up late tonight
prepping, and then presenting my argument tomorrow in
chambers.”

My stomach butterflies
crashed and burned.

Damn!

I heard a female voice
from Trey’s end, “Trey, we have reservations for dinner. We need to
leave now.”

“
Hey gotta run,” he said
hastily. “Talk to you soon—” The call ended abruptly. I sat numbly,
staring at my phone in confusion. Who was that woman? Just then,
Gina came through the door to my bedroom and saw my lost
expression.

“
What the fuck is wrong?”
she demanded.

I didn’t answer her; it
was hard to articulate exactly how I felt. Intellectually I knew I
couldn’t dictate who Trey hung out with, just like I refused to let
him tell me I couldn’t hang out with Clint. Yet it still stung to
hear a woman’s voice on his line.

Gina wanted answers.
“Okayyyy, what’s Trey done now?”

“
Why do you presume it has
anything to do with Trey?” I asked her, my voice on edge. “I’ve
told you again and again, Gina, we don’t have that kind of
relationship.”

“
Sorry, your grace,” she
said a bit snippily.

“
For your information,
that was my mom on the phone. She’s hitting me up for money, again.
No surprise there,” I lied. I just didn’t want her thinking Trey
was the reason after I'd made such a big deal to her about our
non-relationship.

“
So what’s up for
tonight?” she asked.

I saw that Gina was in her
bathrobe and had her bag of toiletries. “I’m gonna jump in the
shower and change,” she said. “You let me know what you’re going to
do when I get out.”

I was pissed but also
determined not to let Trey spoil my weekend. He was working on
something but it sure didn’t appear to have anything to do with the
case. I pulled a tight little jean skirt out of my closet and
decided to wear my new black tank half tee. My skin was lightly
tanned, and the sun had brought out my new golden highlights. I
jumped into Trey’s shower. Once finished, I slipped in to my sexy
outfit and a pair of skyscraping black platform sandals.

Gina was finished as well
as she came to my room.

“
Hey hottie! Oh yeah, you
look fantastic! You just need one little thing to accentuate your
belly button ring. Be right back.”

Oh God, I couldn’t imagine
what she had in mind. It was too soon to change the jewelry on it
yet. She returned a few moments later with a small dangly chain
that had a way of hooking on to the barbell without having to take
the barbell out. There was a lightning bolt dangling from the
chain. She clipped it on.

“
Perfect. Super sexy with
that flat tummy of yours, girl.”

“
Like yours isn’t,” I
remarked.

Gina had on a short white
spandex skirt that hugged every curve on her. It was low slung and
she'd put her navel jewelry on, a chain with a black rose dangling
from it. She wore a black and white geometric print halter-top, her
ample breasts displayed.

“
Look at you, I said
laughing, “You be trolling for trouble!”

“
We be ‘track tramps’
tonight girlfriend!”

Gina had arranged for
Rodney to come by and take us to the track. Neither one of us
wanted to walk over in this heat. Rodney complied, but as soon as
we got to the track we were on our own. The track served beer and
wine, so we bought a couple of plastic wine glasses filled with the
Belle’s own Riesling. It was chilled and tasted
refreshing.

“
Are you betting?” I asked
Gina as we took our seats in the grandstand section.

“
Of course,” she replied,
“I generally bet by the horse’s names; I don’t believe in
odds.”

“
How's that worked for
you?” I asked, giggling. Was the wine hitting me already? I hadn’t
eaten anything since the bagel for breakfast.

Gina was at the window
placing her bet for the first feature race. She was betting an
Exacta on a horse named "Gina" to come in first and a horse named"
I Kick Ass" for second place. Both were long shots but if she had
the money to waste, so what?

When she returned back to
our grandstand seats, two guys were following her with two more
glasses of wine for us. She wasn’t kidding about meeting guys at
the track.

“
Here she is! Tylar, this
is Dustin and Lyle. Guess what?” she halfway shrieked, “They're
identical twins!”

No shit, I thought looking
at them. Not only was every feature on them identical, it appeared
as if they continued to have their hair cut in exactly the same
style and wore matching clothes. They were 25 years old, at most.
It seemed like they were taking the “twin” thing a bit
far.

“
Hey,” I said. “Well,
which is which?”

“
I’m Dustin,” the one
closest to me said as he handed me a plastic glass of wine. I
looked at Gina, feeling a bit peeved that she'd sprung geeky twins
on us for the evening.

“
Thank you,” I said,
accepting the wine and shooting her a dirty look.

Lyle, the other twin,
spoke as he took a seat next to Gina, “Actually, we're what they
refer to as ‘mirror twins,’ meaning that we're identical to the
point that one is the mirror image of the other. See, Dustin is
right-handed and I'm left-handed. I have a mole on my left butt
cheek; Dustin has the exact same mole on his right butt
cheek.”

“
Thanks for clarifying
that for us,” I replied, turning away to roll my eyes.

They were dressed
identically in tight Wrangler straight-leg blue jeans, with
matching denim button-up shirts and red bandana scarves tied around
their necks. They wore brown pointed-toe cowboy boots. I downed my
glass of wine in two gulps. Gina looked at Lyle and gave him a sexy
wink.

“
How about another couple
more wines, guys? I’ll buy if you fly?”

“
Sure, Gina,” Lyle gushed.
He took the bills from her hand and headed for the concessions.
Dustin was busy showing Gina how he could turn his eyelids inside
out. She was laughing as if it were the funniest thing she'd ever
seen. Lyle returned with our wines and a couple of beers for them.
No surprise there, they both drank Busch Lite.

The horses in the first
race were being introduced on to the track. Gina hollered when her
namesake horse was introduced, and then a few horses later, 'I Kick
Ass'.

Finally the buzzer
sounded, the gates went up. It was hysterical in that brief
30-second span, listening to the announcer say, “It’s Gina to the
inside, then I Kick Ass right behind, Gina, now I Kick Ass breaking
through to the outside. It’s I Kick Ass now Gina. The winner is
Gina, followed by I Kick Ass!”

“
I won, I won!” Gina
shouted jumping up and down as both twins watched as her tits
nearly jiggled free of her halter. She quickly went back up to the
betting window to place her picks for the second feature. I drank
my wine, just finishing my third one when Gina returned with two
more glasses. The routine continued throughout the next six races
and we were both getting hammered. I couldn’t keep track as to
whether Gina was winning. At this point, I don’t think she even
cared. The twins seemed to be enjoying our company. They were good
sports about fetching our drinks.

“
Hey, I got an idea,
Tylar,” Gina slurred. “Let’s get a picture of your new bellybutton
ring. It looks so awesome with that little jean skirt you have
on.”

“
That's a greaaat idea!” I
agreed. “Just two little problems, Gina.”

“
What are they,
hon?”

“
First, I’m not sure I can
stand up on my own. Secondly, I’m fucking seeing double!” I roared,
leaning over and pointing to the twins sitting next to one another.
We fell into each other, laughing.

“
We can fix that,” she
giggled. “We’ve got two bookends here that can hold you up!” She
swayed a bit as she pointed to Lyle and Dustin. “C’mon guys,” she
ordered in her normal bossy way. “You get on each side of Tylar,
yeah, like that. Put your arms around her back so she doesn’t fall
now,” she yelled. “Tylar, you put one of your arms behind each of
them. Put your hand on their butt moles,” she doubled over with
laughter on that one. Gina activated the camera on my phone. “Okay
everybody, ready?”

The twins squeezed in
close to me resting their hands to the inside on the back of my
butt.

“
Cheese!” Gina hollered,
snapping the digital picture.

“
Here,” she said, “Before
I save it see if you like it.”

I stumbled over and looked
at it. I definitely looked inebriated, but overall sexy damn good.
“It’s a take,” I said, “save it!”

Gina pushed the button and
handed me my phone back. I immediately heard a sound effect from my
phone that wasn't associated with the ‘save’ feature. The sound was
a like jet engine “whooshing.” I hurriedly tapped the screen and
saw the tail end of the envelope with wings flying off
away.

What the hell?

“
Oh God, Gina, you didn’t
save the picture, you sent it!”

I checked the ‘sent’
file.

Oh shit! That picture's on
its way to Trey’s phone!

“
What?” Gina screeched.
“How did that happen?” She pressed the button on my menu to bring
up the photo. “See it’s saved,” she said, “take a look right
here.”

I looked at what she'd
done. Holy fuck! She'd hit the “Save & Send” option instead of
just “Save.” That brought my contact listing up to select who to
send it to, since the last outgoing phone contact was Trey, she'd
simply hit “enter again,” and
whoosh,
it was off to his
phone.

Oh crap!

“
Hey,” Gina said,
dissolving once again into a fit of giggles, momentarily
distracting me from her major phone snafu.