New Adult Romance 2-fer (20 page)

“I’ll be in in a minute, darling. Susan was just leaving.”

Marcello looked from his wife to Susan, and back again, his expression softening as he smiled and kissed Francesca on the cheek. “A pleasure meeting you,” he said to Susan, then ambled off into the apartment.

Francesca hit the intercom button on the wall by the door and a man’s voice came over the speaker. “What can I do for you, Mrs. Costa?”

How did he know it was Mrs. instead of Mr. Costa?

“Freddy, would you be a dear and call a cab for a friend of mine? She’s had too much to drink and needs to go home.”

“Of course, Mrs. Costa.”

“Thank you. She’ll be down in a few minutes. You’ll know her by the stunning black silk sheath she’s wearing.”

“Anything for you, Mrs. C.” And the voice cut off.

Francesca grinned at Susan. “Doorman. He never lets me down. He’ll make sure you get home.”

“Oh.” Susan started to say more, but she sputtered and stuttered, and she hiccupped like a drunken cartoon character. All she needed were tiny bubbles floating out of her mouth.

Francesca was staring hard at Susan, as if she were weighing a decision of some sort. “Not that it’s any of your business,” she said, pulling the silk robe around her better, “but I love my husband completely. That’s why I don’t design full time anymore, to spend more time with him.”

Susan nodded. “Okay...”

“As for the young men I employ, I simply like them better. They’re fun, have more energy, and don’t seem to give a thought to working for a woman. Men that are older always give me shit.”

Susan’s eyebrows shot up, and she almost laughed.

“And truthfully, I’ve only met one woman in my life I can even stand long enough to work with, and she’s my assistant.”

“I love my assistant.” Susan shook her head. She sounded so stupid.

“Your assistant’s a pip. She really stood up for you this morning.”

Susan was feeling very sleepy.

“So, for the record, I’m not screwing the young male populace. And I’m especially not screwing your Kevin. So are we good?”

Susan nodded. “Yes.”

“Fantastic.” Francesca looked down and her sparkling eyes widened with appreciation. “Great shoes.” And with that, Francesca Costa shut the door in Susan’s face.

~*~

When Susan woke up, sunlight was pouring through the window of her bedroom. She was still in Liz’s dress, but her shoes were sitting neatly on her bedside table, right by her keys.

Susan had a flash of stumbling out of the elevator and into the lobby of Francesca Costa’s apartment building. Then there was a guy with blond hair and a mustache, and he put her in a cab...and he came in with her.

Susan sat up too fast, and her head felt like it was about to fall off. She felt to make sure she still had on her panty hose and the sexy underwear, and she didn’t feel like she’d been violated.

That’s nice. A guy takes you home and makes sure you
’
r
e
safe in your bed
--
probably had to carry your large ass up a couple dozen steps to do so
--
and the first thing you think is
:
Did he molest me?

Susan got up and wobbled to the bathroom, where she hiked up her skirt and pulled down the panty hose and panties, and peed for about an hour. Who knew vodka could make so much pee?

She tugged and pulled on the dress until it came off, and she walked completely naked from the bathroom into her bedroom. First, she’d hang Liz’s dress up and she’d pick out something comfortable for after her shower. She was standing in front of her closet when she noticed something was wrong. The bottom of her closet was clean, and her shoes were neatly matched and standing at attention, each set three inches exactly from the next pair.

So Freddy molested her shoes, not her? Susan sighed, thought for a moment of going back to Francesca Costa’s building and kneeing Freddy in his genitalia. But the bottom of her closet had never looked neater, and she did like seeing her shoes lined up like they were flamboyantly colored Marines, waiting for their marching orders.

Plus, what Susan didn’t know about what else Freddy might have done with her shoes would allow her to keep sleeping at night.

~*~

A shower, some coffee, and a pair of practical flats, and Susan headed out for work. But first she had to go see Liz. She absolutely needed to talk to someone about Kevin, and since Dr. Garvin was out of the question, and she’d imposed on Jill enough--she’d have to give her a raise--she had to turn to her best friend, the best friend she’d been hiding all this from for six full months.

This should go well.

The early morning sun was stiffening her headache into a full grown migraine. So the shady ambiance of Liz’s art gallery was a welcome sight. It was quiet too. No cars, screaming pedestrians, no wind, no birds, no freaking jackhammers ripping the street apart.

Lance, Liz’s assistant, ushered Susan toward Liz’s office, offering her, “Coffee, tea,” then with an appraising glance, “Bloody Mary?”

“No, thanks,” she said, though the Bloody Mary might’ve made her head feel better.

When Susan walked through Liz’s office door Liz was standing over her desk, savagely tearing and crumpling a piece of paper into a small, painful looking ball.

“You look angry with that paper.”

Liz’s eyes lit up when they shot to Susan, and Liz flicked the offending paper ball into the trash can by her desk. “It was a bad piece of paper. If it were good, it would’ve thrown itself away.”

Susan smiled and started for the chair by Liz’s desk. But just before she was going to plop her butt down in the chair she remembered what her reason was for coming downtown to talk with Liz.

The thought of telling Liz, especially after all this time, especially since it was Kevin, made Susan feel abruptly nervous, paranoid, and ready to run from the premises with her tail between her legs.

“Uh oh,” Liz purred as she sat down in her chair. “That look is never good to see. Especially this early in the morning.”

“What look?” Susan said defensively.

Liz sighed. “Like you just switched to vodka.”

How the hell did she know that?

“I’m fine. I just need to tell you something.”

“Okay.” Liz crossed her arms over her chest and gave Susan one of her patented looks, the kind that made you want to confess all your sins. “Shoot.”

Susan sat down. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth. But nothing came out. She shut her mouth, fidgeted with her purse, crossed and uncrossed her legs, and got up and walked across the room.

“Let me guess. You woke up today and realized you’re a man trapped in a woman’s body.”

“Liz!”

“Okay. Not a man. So you woke up today and realized you’re a lesbian.” Liz chuckled. “And you’re in love with me, your best friend in the world. And you’re afraid that our lesbian love might destroy our friendship if we act on it, right?”

She’d gotten part of it right.

Susan just stared for a few more beats, and Liz straightened in her chair and leaned forward. “I was just kidding. Don’t go all weird on me, just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I slept with Kevin.” It just popped out of Susan’s mouth.

Liz leaned toward Susan in two exaggerated movements. “Come again?”

Susan took another deep breath and started talking, the words tumbling over her tongue and through her lips with amazing speed. The entire story took about ten minutes. And through all this Liz sat very still, slowly leaning back in her chair, her arms crossed over her chest again.

The look on her face was as blank as a page of copier paper.

Susan realized that she was rounding the final turn in her story--dinner with Kevin, him saying he was over her and had moved on, and her going, drunk, to Francesca Costa’s apartment.

When she was finished she sat back down in the chair, exhausted, and waited for Liz to react. She would no doubt chastise Susan for ever sleeping with Kevin, but she would understand and help her figure things out. Liz was always on her side, always there when she needed her.

She was glaring at Susan like she could kill her.

“I can’t believe how dumb you are!”

“Huh?”

Liz stood and started pacing the floor like a caged tiger. “He’s been in love with you since the moment he laid eyes on you. Only a complete idiot could’ve missed that!”

“You’re way off base.” Susan couldn’t believe her ears. Liz was pissed at her? Calling her dumb and an idiot?

“And you’re deeply stupid!”

Stupid! What the hell was going on? Her best friend was on Kevin’s side?

“Kevin is not in love with me. Lust...he’s definitely in lust with me, but--”

Liz turned mid pace and rounded on Susan. “Look, sweetie, I’m not going to sugarcoat this for you. Kevin worships the ground you walk on. Always has, and I suspect he always will. And that was fine, as long as you kept it strictly platonic. But you didn’t. You slept with the poor slump. Well, I guess he’s not a slump anymore. More of a lean, handsome stud. But you slept with him...” Her eyebrows knitted in contemplation. “How many times?”

Susan was so taken aback by this question she answered it before she could help herself. “Twelve times.”

“No way!” Liz shrieked. “You were only down there for a couple of days!”

Susan shrugged, all pretense gone.

“Okay. So you two...fucked like bunnies in a tropical paradise, giving Kevin what he’s always wanted, in spades.” Liz walked over to Susan, leaning in until their noses were about to touch. “And he hasn’t called you since, not once in six months, right?”

Susan had taken a deep breath, ready to refute whatever Liz was trying to get at. But it was true. They’d made love--a lot--and it hadn’t just been sex, and she knew it. Then he’d left when Liz arrived, and he hadn’t called her in six long, torturous months.

Susan nodded.

“Sounds like a man in love, licking his wounds.” Liz took a step back and lifted her head, giving Susan an appraising look, the kind she usually only gave to newly acquired art work, or very short men who were hitting on her. “Tell me I haven’t over estimated your intelligence.”

That stung. “Hey! It was all your idea.”

But Liz’s expression didn’t change, she wasn’t being funny, just deadly serious. “I told you to find some random stud and fuck your brains out. I didn’t tell you to get involved with Kevin. That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”

Susan looked away, down to the floor. Was Liz right? Had Kevin been in love with her all these years? Was she really so moronic and self-involved that she couldn’t tell?

That would be a yes.

“So, Kevin’s in love with me.” The sentence tumbled from her lips.

“Yep.”

Susan shook her head, lost. “What do I do now?”

Liz’s expression finally softened, and she smiled as she stepped forward and gave Susan a long hug.

“Admitting you have a problem is the first step,” Liz intoned in her best twelve-step sponsor voice, and Susan laughed, though tears were brimming in her eyes. Liz let Susan go and walked over to her desk, pulling a bottle of single malt whiskey out of a drawer and two crystal rocks glasses. “First, you belt back one of these.” She poured three fingers in each glass. “And then you ask yourself if you love him.”

Susan shook her head. “Of course, I love Kevin.”

Liz tilted her head again, and her blue eyes sparkled. “Yeah, you love him like a friend. That’s established. Now you gotta see whether you love-love him. Are you in love...with him, and not just his cock--”

“Liz!”

“Or with that amazing body? Did I mention him being hot and handsome too?”

“Liz...”

Liz handed Susan her glass, and chugged hers straight back in typical Liz fashion. “The point is, you’ve got to figure that out, and quick, before you hurt him.”

Susan just stared at Liz after that last bit.
Before you hurt him.

“Since when did you start caring what happens to Kevin?” Susan said, expecting some bitchy, funny comeback. Like
owner loyalty: he has been your stalker for a lot of years
, or
call it my good deed for the year
. But Liz just looked Susan in the eye and gave it to her straight.

“Ever since he stood by my best friend in her time of need.” Liz clinked her glass against Susan’s. “He picked her up and put her back together again.”

SUSAN HADN’T REALIZED SHE’D even left Liz’s office until she was outside on the street and a cab driver started talking to her. Well, shouting at her.

“Lady! Are you getting in or not?”

Susan looked down at his thick, ruddy face and shook her head, looking around her, feeling completely lost and utterly confused.