Sweetness by S Gonzalez Page A

music. Making out was
more our communication method. And we NEVER got
into the family bit. He tried a few times to bring it up but
I always shut it down. I didn’t want him to know where I
came from or who my family was. Our town is not
exactly small but people with money, makes circles of
friends seem tighter, and I didn’t want my parents
divorce scandal to be an issue.
I live on Park Ave actually. Do you find that hard to
believe?
    I am sure it is hard to believe seeing as though
many millionaires’ kids don’t wear slutty outfits to dive
bars in Jersey and let rockers finger them back stage at a
concert. HA! That’s not true. I am sure I am not the first
one who did this, judging from the daily updates I get on
Twitter about rich kids personal lives displayed all over
the tabloids.
No. Not really. Just surprised. C u at 7, beautiful.
    Just after I read his response our food comes.
Wanda is grinning at me like a Cheshire cat as I put my
phone away.
“So, Luke Jacobs, what’s his story,” she asks me
shyly.
    As hot as Wanda is, she doesn’t date much. Work
and school are all she ever had time for. Now that she is
done with school and starts her new internship on
Monday, at a local radio station, I hope her dating life
opens up. It is her dream job but it doesn’t pay well so
she is going to keep her job at the bar for the time being.
She can probably make more at the bar in tips in one
night then she can an entire week at her new job.
    I give her a run down on Luke and I encourage
her to pursue him. He is a great guy. I just don’t want to
hear about all the dirty details. I have known him for
years and he is like an older brother to me. He is my
father’s hired help but I think he would still look after
Mark and me even if he weren’t getting paid to do so.
Besides, I think they would like each other, and it would
be nice to see Wanda go on a date.
    After we’re done with lunch we spot a hip boutique not
far from our apartment. We go inside and its red walls
and black lacquer tables are filled with racks of trendy
clothes. I immediately spot a mannequin wearing a short
tight black dress with nothing but black lace over the
breast area, ribbing down the front, and black lace
trimming the last inch of the bottom. It is borderline
lingerie and I feel a little self-conscience even thinking
about trying it on, but Wanda insists.
    When I exit the dressing room and look into the
mirror I cannot believe it is me staring back in the
reflection.
    Sold!
I also purchase a red satin bra and pantie set to
display under my new dress. I find a pair of black heals
that have thin straps every quarter inch running from the
open toe all the way up to the top of my ankle. The
zipper on the back has a charm with a skull and
crossbones dangling off it. Dominic is going to lose it
when he sees me like this.
We leave the store and walk a few more blocks to
a more sophisticated store to buy a dress for tonight’s
dinner. I am looking forward to a romantic dinner but I
would rather do something fun with Dominic. He is only
in town for two more days and honestly I would rather
eat pizza from a box in my bedroom and screw him 100
different ways, then go out to a stuffy restaurant. But, he
is being a gentleman by taking me to a nice dinner so I
will let him woo me before I have my wicked way with
him.
I settle on a pale yellow, sleeveless, shift dress, and
three inch yellow wedges. It will have to do. I would
much rather wear my black dress but I don’t think it
appropriate attire for the lakeside restaurant.
After washing, shaving, plucking, and
moisturizing I check my watch at exactly 6:30. I have on
my new dress, new yellow shoes, and bring my short
denim jacket just to add a little casualty to the bland
dressed up me. I have curled my hair into loose waves
and pinned them up at the back of my head with a large
clip because it is summer and still hot in the city. Which