“Of course, you did give me your personal information for withholding taxes. I remembered the date.” Beth shrugged as if it was a simple task to remember Evie’s birthday.
“I have been with Knox three years, even though he would deny it, and he never remembers my birthday. No one has remembered my birthday since I was a kid.”
“Evie, I didn’t mean to make you sad. I wanted to make you happy. Open your present,” Beth encouraged, warmed by Evie’s reaction to her present.
Evie eagerly opened the present as if savoring the moment. When she lifted the lid, her eyes rose to Beth’s before she laid the box down on the table, pulling out the shimmering silky jade green top. When she lifted the top, she discovered the box also contained a pair of onyx bangle bracelets and matching ear studs.
“I don’t know what to say,” Evie said, overwhelmed.
“Then don’t say anything. Enjoy.”
Evie held the silky top in her hands, afraid she would wrinkle it. Tears gathered in her eyes, but the woman who considered herself the toughest bitch among the other women, just put the top back in the box, carefully gathered her things, saying a hasty goodbye. When Evie closed her car door from within, assured there were no prying eyes, she hit her steering wheel with her closed fists, trying to restore her emotions.
“She is unbelievable,” Evie ranted to herself. “She remembers one fucking compliment I paid her nine months ago and she buys me one even prettier. What woman does that? We are jealous bitches. Who buys a fucking gorgeous top for the woman who fucked the guy you’re crushing on?”
Evie and Razer had not touched each other since that night. Before then, they had sex regularly. Evie had spent many nights sleeping in his bed, too tired after the workout he gave her to leave and Razer hadn’t insisted. But things had changed afterwards; the look of hurt on Beth’s face that night still twisted Evie’s gut. Beth hadn’t held it against her, had given her a job with the hours she requested, saw to it she had insurance, and even paid her more than the going rate of a professional with her qualifications. She took care of Evie with love and respect that she showed her sister Lily. Looking at the box sitting in the seat next to her, Evie put the car in gear, determined if it was the last thing she did, she would make amends for the part she had unintentionally played in ripping the veil of innocence from Beth, there were easier ways to learn a guy was a ho. Beth had been smacked in the face with the knowledge. It was the house joke that Razer would nail any available breezy. He enjoyed sex and was he good at it. He would play with a woman or women for hours yet get just as much enjoyment laying back and lazily stroke her breasts as another member would fuck her. There wasn’t an aspect of sex Razer hadn’t tried and he had even managed to invent a few.
Evie smiled evilly as she drove home. If she was any judge of character, Beth was Razer’s Armageddon. He was about to become, with a little help from her (of course), a reformed man-whore, within reason (of course), Evie did not want Beth denied all the fun.
Beth finished putting Mrs. Rogers dirty laundry in the washing machine. Hearing the soft snores of a heavily medicated patient, she gave Mrs. Rogers a wave as she went into the spare bedroom. She had asked permission earlier to shower and dress there before leaving. Beth showered slowly, not in a big rush to join Evie and her friends at the bar. Planning on making her excuses after a few drinks, Beth was nervous of spending time with them. She didn’t have any experience of partying with a group of females and knew she would either put a damper on their good time or provide a form of amusement with her presence.
Checking with Mrs. Rogers one final time, she left after blushing at the woman’s compliments on her jeans and low cut blouse. It was baby blue and clung to the full curves of her breasts, looking very sexy. A pink leather jacket hid the fact it was a halter, leaving the back bare. Her jeans clung to her slim hips, barely covering her butt. A tiny flashing diamond glinted in her bellybutton when caught by the light. She would never have had the confidence of dressing so seductively if she had not been told the men were out of town.
Beth drove to the bar wishing she had brought a change of clothes. She had wanted to feel as pretty as the others, aware that even without the men around they would be dressed sexily. Beth hadn’t wanted to stick out among them. She wasn’t wrong. Beth still was dressed conservatively. The majority of them were in short skirts that left little to the imagination and barely there tops. Heels, that if Beth had ever been in one, that was bought at the sex shop in Lexington.
The booze was already flowing; when Evie saw Beth she screamed with delight.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”
“I told you I would be here. I wouldn’t miss your birthday party,” Beth said