things.
I pul ed up into the Sterling's driveway a few minutes after six and handed my keys off to a valet. Upon entering the door, I checked my coat.
Just outside the enormous dining room, a servant waited with a tray of champagne. I snagged one and drank half of it by the time I was a few steps
inside the room.
I paused and took in my surroundings. The room was slightly dimmed, I suppose to give it a little ambiance. The bar, I quickly noted, was in the
far left corner, and there were tables of food straight ahead, along with servants wandering the place with trays of booze and food. There were
tables, couches and chairs set up throughout the room to make it look like an enormous living area. It didn't at al look tacky, but looked posh.
Real y, it looked more like an upscale club. I was impressed.
There must have been two hundred people in the room. I recognized some faces, but many were strangers. There was no sign of Kyle, his
parents, or Dumb-Dumb Jessyca. I floated towards the bar, stopping to speak to a few people along the way.
One guy I knew, Trevor, fol owed me on my journey. I think he thought he was gonna get some. Trevor's had a crush on me since high school.
He was good looking enough, but he was a pig. I was pretty sure I heard a rumor that he had the clap.
I was rescued from Trevor several drinks later when Kyle magical y appeared at my side.
"Hel o," Kyle said, openly letting his eyes wander up and down my body.
In my mind, while purchasing my dress and shoes, I told myself that I was buying the nude, backless, short dress because it was stylish, not
because I knew Kyle would love it. The six inch red shoes were bought because they matched the dress, not because Kyle thought high heels made
my legs look incredibly sexy. I wore my hair up with a few strands loose, because it was comfortable, not because Kyle had a thing for me exposing
my neck in this way.
But let's be truthful. I did it al for Kyle.
Shame on you, Emmy.
"Hel o, Kyle."
"My mother is looking for you," he said, offering his hand.
"Nice seeing you again, Trevor," I said, taking Kyle's hand and graceful y stepping off of the stool.
"Maybe we can talk somewhere more quiet and secluded later," Trevor said.
"Maybe not," Kyle said firmly and lead me away.
"I don't know, maybe I'd like to talk to Trevor in a more secluded, quiet place later," I said.
"If I ever catch you with that loser, I'l beat him to within an inch of his life," he said seriously.
He had his hand on my bare back as we weaved through the crowd. I loved it. He loved it. We loved it.
"Wel , that's drastic, coming from a man who has been indifferent to me for days."
"It wasn't easy."
"No kidding," I muttered.
"You look amazing." His fingers trailed down my back.
"Thank you."
"Every guy in this room wants you, and every woman is jealous."
"Whatever." I rol ed my eyes and shook my head.
"It's true. Take a casual look around the room."
"I'm not vain enough to check. Even though I think you're exaggerating, I'l take your word for it."
"Where's Luke?"
"Bachelor party in Chicago. Where's Jess?"
"Around."
A moment later we reached his mother. Jess was with her. Great.
"Mrs. Sterling," I said reaching out my hand. "Thank you for inviting me."
She nodded with a brief smile and said "You look lovely."
She looked at me from head to foot and then had me slowly spin around. I felt like she was about to buy me.
"Beautiful," she sighed. I was beginning to wonder if she were a lesbian.
"Yes," Jess piped in. "Although, it is a little...skimpy." Her eyes flickered over to Kyle. Kyle was watching me.
"But you pul it off perfectly, Emmy," Mrs. S said. She gave me another brief smile and walked away.
"What was that al about?" I drew close to Kyle so only he could hear me. "That was weird."
"You remind her of what she used to be."
"She used to be an idiot?" I laughed lightly.
He flashed me his grin, but didn't answer because dumbass Jess interrupted by taking
I pul ed up into the Sterling's driveway a few minutes after six and handed my keys off to a valet. Upon entering the door, I checked my coat.
Just outside the enormous dining room, a servant waited with a tray of champagne. I snagged one and drank half of it by the time I was a few steps
inside the room.
I paused and took in my surroundings. The room was slightly dimmed, I suppose to give it a little ambiance. The bar, I quickly noted, was in the
far left corner, and there were tables of food straight ahead, along with servants wandering the place with trays of booze and food. There were
tables, couches and chairs set up throughout the room to make it look like an enormous living area. It didn't at al look tacky, but looked posh.
Real y, it looked more like an upscale club. I was impressed.
There must have been two hundred people in the room. I recognized some faces, but many were strangers. There was no sign of Kyle, his
parents, or Dumb-Dumb Jessyca. I floated towards the bar, stopping to speak to a few people along the way.
One guy I knew, Trevor, fol owed me on my journey. I think he thought he was gonna get some. Trevor's had a crush on me since high school.
He was good looking enough, but he was a pig. I was pretty sure I heard a rumor that he had the clap.
I was rescued from Trevor several drinks later when Kyle magical y appeared at my side.
"Hel o," Kyle said, openly letting his eyes wander up and down my body.
In my mind, while purchasing my dress and shoes, I told myself that I was buying the nude, backless, short dress because it was stylish, not
because I knew Kyle would love it. The six inch red shoes were bought because they matched the dress, not because Kyle thought high heels made
my legs look incredibly sexy. I wore my hair up with a few strands loose, because it was comfortable, not because Kyle had a thing for me exposing
my neck in this way.
But let's be truthful. I did it al for Kyle.
Shame on you, Emmy.
"Hel o, Kyle."
"My mother is looking for you," he said, offering his hand.
"Nice seeing you again, Trevor," I said, taking Kyle's hand and graceful y stepping off of the stool.
"Maybe we can talk somewhere more quiet and secluded later," Trevor said.
"Maybe not," Kyle said firmly and lead me away.
"I don't know, maybe I'd like to talk to Trevor in a more secluded, quiet place later," I said.
"If I ever catch you with that loser, I'l beat him to within an inch of his life," he said seriously.
He had his hand on my bare back as we weaved through the crowd. I loved it. He loved it. We loved it.
"Wel , that's drastic, coming from a man who has been indifferent to me for days."
"It wasn't easy."
"No kidding," I muttered.
"You look amazing." His fingers trailed down my back.
"Thank you."
"Every guy in this room wants you, and every woman is jealous."
"Whatever." I rol ed my eyes and shook my head.
"It's true. Take a casual look around the room."
"I'm not vain enough to check. Even though I think you're exaggerating, I'l take your word for it."
"Where's Luke?"
"Bachelor party in Chicago. Where's Jess?"
"Around."
A moment later we reached his mother. Jess was with her. Great.
"Mrs. Sterling," I said reaching out my hand. "Thank you for inviting me."
She nodded with a brief smile and said "You look lovely."
She looked at me from head to foot and then had me slowly spin around. I felt like she was about to buy me.
"Beautiful," she sighed. I was beginning to wonder if she were a lesbian.
"Yes," Jess piped in. "Although, it is a little...skimpy." Her eyes flickered over to Kyle. Kyle was watching me.
"But you pul it off perfectly, Emmy," Mrs. S said. She gave me another brief smile and walked away.
"What was that al about?" I drew close to Kyle so only he could hear me. "That was weird."
"You remind her of what she used to be."
"She used to be an idiot?" I laughed lightly.
He flashed me his grin, but didn't answer because dumbass Jess interrupted by taking
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