The grin was erased from his face and replaced by a look of disbelief. “Jenna just came up to me and…” he paused, thinking. “Nothing was going on. She just came up to talk to me…”
“Just don’t, Todd. Don’t say anymore. I stopped by to tell you that Dave and I are driving up to see his parents in the Catskills. But it looks like you have plenty to keep you occupied and you wouldn’t notice anyway…”
I could see the redheaded Jenna in the background, a huge smile on her face as she pretended to be busy at the register. She had seen Todd and me together before, and if she had a brain in her head she probably had guessed that we were in a relationship. However, it was obvious she didn’t care and that she just wanted him for herself.
“Bev, I…”
“Forget it Todd! Have a great weekend.” I stormed out of the restaurant, slamming the door on the way.
I was seething when I climbed back in the car with Dave.
“What is it, Bev … what’s going on?”
“Just drive, Dave. You are not the only one having a rotten day. Right now I don’t care if I ever see Todd Becker again!”
16
“Ok Bev, let it out. What happened with Todd?”
I didn’t want to say anything, but it just gurgled out of me. “That Todd Becker is an asshole. I thought he wanted to be in a committed relationship with us. When I went in there, he was in the back with one of the waitresses. She was draped all over him, rubbing up against him like she was some kind of bobcat in heat.”
“Did she have red hair?”
“Yeah.”
Dave took one of his hands off the wheel and made a cupping gesture under his chest. “Big, full boobs?”
“Yeah,” I muttered. I sometimes felt bad that my boobs were on the smaller side, and seeing Ms. Redhead with her huge tata’s smooshed up against Todd’s muscular chest didn’t help much.
“Is her name Jen … err, Jennifer?”
“Todd called her Jenna. Do you know her?”
“Todd doesn’t like her that way.”
“Wha … how do you know that?”
“I stopped in there one day to say hi and she was fawning all over him. We had a man to man and he told me.”
“Well, he sure had a big fat smile on his face,” I frowned, thinking of Todd’s sexy grin.
“Look Bev, Todd’s cut from a different cloth than us. We don’t like something we say so. We call it like we see it.”
That was certainly true. Dave was about as blunt as anyone could be, and I was usually pretty open about my feelings.
“Todd’s different than us. He is easy going and never wants to hurt anyone’s feelings. When I went in the restaurant, I saw her coming on to him. She was in his face, trying to press up against him.”
I nodded slowly. Yeah, I had just witnessed that, that’s for sure.
“So, I asked him about it. He said she was just a friend and he was committed to us.”
“Right,” I muttered.
“Bev, I believe him. I think that is one of the reasons we all get along so well. He compliments us because he is so easy going and gentle. It softens us up.”
Dave cleared his throat. “Beverly, I love you. I don’t want to see you hurt. But I don’t think Todd meant to hurt you. I think we just have to learn to accept his natural, easygoing ways.”
“Over my dead body!” I yelled. But thinking about it, it made sense. Todd had boyish good looks and a friendly charm. If a woman put her arms around him, he wouldn’t push her off; he would just grin and put up with it. Of course, when I looked at that sexy ole smile of his, my brain ran in overtime and I imagined the two of them in bed together doing all sorts of luscious, naughty things. I thought he liked her, but it was probably just Todd being Todd. That was his style. But still, it hurt.
I shook my head. Pretty ironic that I was allowed to have two men, and Todd and Dave could only have me. But, we were either going for a threesome or not, this wasn’t a foursome. I resolved to have a serious talk with Todd when we got back. For now, I didn’t want to think about that redheaded bitch with her arms all over my man—well, one of my men.
“So Dave,” I asked gently, changing the subject, “tell me what happened at the interview.”
Dave gripped the wheel tightly. “It was just infuriating. I admit, I really wanted the job. I was pretty psyched when I went in for the interview…”
“Well sure, of course you were. It’s a dream job for you.”
“But they barely looked at me,” he added glumly. “I just knew in my gut they already knew who they were gonna hire. I was just there to fill some kind of quota.”
“Like, they had to interview a set number of people?”
“Exactly.”
“That sucks,” I frowned, “not fair.”