I'm editing some stuff when my phone whistles at me. I pick it up and I'm bummed when it isn't Maggie. I saw her less than 12 hours ago, so I can't be too upset. I blush thinking about all the time Maggie and I have spent together over the past week.
The movie theater, the beach, the fitting room, my car, Ethan's couch... we're like teenagers. We can't keep our hands off of each other and nobody even knows. Ethan almost caught us, and Regina makes jokes, but we're the only two who know what we're really doing.
She doesn't care if people see us, but for some reason I do. I'm not gay, and aside from a few drunken kisses with girlfriends in college, I'm pretty used to guys only. There's just something about Maggie. She always says what's on her mind. She's always so clever and savvy and I admire it. She started working as a shot girl down by Venice Beach, but she's been accompanying me to a lot of shoots.
She loves film like I do, and capturing beautiful things on it. She convinced me to record us the other night. I've never been a huge fan of my naked body, but she makes me feel flawless. We set up my camera in front of Ethan's couch and ravaged each other. When we watched the footage later, seeing her mouth all over my thighs and pussy made me need it from her again. She was very happy to oblige.
I decide that I'm not going to get anymore work done for now and my phone rings almost on cue.
"Oh, you're alive," Regina says dryly when I answer.
"Hey, girl, hey," I smile.
"What are you doing tonight?" she asks with a snarky tone.
"I don't really have any plans,"
"No Maggie tonight?"
I frown, "No Maggie tonight,"
"Meet me at BLD then!"
I agree to meet her there and we get a table outside.
"You know, Ethan is a really nice guy. And I think he likes you," she says between bites.
"He's just so not my type. He was on his phone throughout dinner and he even gave me the finger at one point,"
Her eyes widen, "He gave you the finger?"
"He didn't flip me the bird. He gave me the 'one-minute' finger. I hate that. What about you and that guy, Dylan?" I try to change the subject.
"He's sweet,"
"And rich," I smile.
"He does have money," she flashes me a diamond tennis bracelet.
"Oh my god! G, you guys have been out like... 4 times!"
"I know! He took me for a walk yesterday and gave it to me then," she admires the diamonds in the fading sunlight.
"As long as he treats you right..."
"Ew, that's such a clichΓ© friend thing to say," she sticks her tongue out.
"Regina, you're a beautiful woman. You're smart and talented and any guy would be lucky to have you. I just wanna make sure you don't move too quickly,"
She smiles at me and touches my hand, "I can take care of myself. We need to get you set up though. Go out with Ethan one more time. One more shot. He's mellowed out a lot since college and he makes a shitload of money. He could take care of you..."
I'm annoyed that she can take care of herself but I apparently can't, but I don't say anything. I head home to finish editing a project. I'm about finished when my buzzer scares the shit out of me.
It's nearly 3 in the morning.
"Hello?"
"Let me up!" a giggle comes through the speaker.