The Matchmakers Club (:COMPLETED:)

Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

Carmen’s POV

        Adam had wanted to take his car to the party and Mel had wanted to take hers. They both had decided to settle the argument with a bet. Adam had bet Mel, more like dared her to get Bob to apply lipstick. Mel had cheekily replied that it was a piece of cake. She had fried her brains for two days. And on the third day, she had set fire to my brain as well to get Bob to apply lipstick without getting Mel’s sorry ass fired.

         So on Friday morning when Bob had walked out of the elevators Aunt Marie had greeted him with a broad smile. She was leaning on Sandra’s desk with the thickest coat of red lipstick she had ever applied in her life.

          Bob had looked shocked as he had just waved good bye to his wife at his house and so he had asked, “Marie!! What are you doing here?”

         As reply aunt Marie had sauntered to Bob swaying her hips from side to side. Bob’s jaw was halfway to the floor when Aunt Marie had kissed him. They had kissed too long for my comfort. So I had come out of my hiding place- under Sandra’s desk and hooted to gain their attention. They had pulled away reluctantly and they looked irritated with me.

        As planned the elevator door had dinged and opened. And Adam had joined the party. He looked shocked at the red lipstick smeared on Bob’s lips and its surroundings. He had stormed off to his office with a look of disbelief on his face.

          Aunt Marie and Bob had gotten into the elevators headed God knows where. Actually I think I have a clue but I wasn’t going to explore that idea even if my life depended on it.

           Mel had appeared from under Sandra’s desk and headed to Adam’s office to rub her victory in his face. But as usual Adam had denied acknowledging her victory telling that Bob had not applied the lipstick properly. They had fought a fierce battle, their weapons being Adam’s stationary and files on his desk.

         They had ended the battle eventually as they had realized that they weren’t heading anywhere and also that they had attracted a large audience. Both of them had come to me for judgment. I had thought practically, Adam would want to be a gentleman and drive a lady he meets at the party to his or her home which ever was convenient. Mel would have some handsome drive her home as she was a testosterone magnet.  Well I could get someone to drive me or I could take a cab. Depending on my mood, whether or not I wanted to make pointless talk with a stranger who was more interested in a lay and was too stupid realize I wasn’t. There was also another important life changing fact to consider, if I picked Mel’s car then she would want to drive, ergo no guarantee that we will survive. Mel had never really crashed just a few scratches on her car but her driving skills were getting worse by the day. There was also an incident where she had almost driven her car over an ex-boyfriend after their break-up.

         I had pointed a forefinger and Middle finger at Mel and asked her to pick any one. She had touched the fore finger with a smile and I had frowned and replied with as much sorrow I could muster, “Adam.”  A weenie bit of the truth she didn’t need to know is that I had named both the fingers as Adam.

          Currently Adam, Mel and I sat in Adam’s deep blue Volvo.  Adam sat in the driver’s seat and I sat beside him in the front as Mel had called shotgun on my behalf, just to point out that she didn’t like to sit next to Adam.

           I was wearing the lilac dress the stalker had left in front of my door. He had also left a pair of earrings of flaming rubies encircled in a gold colored metal. There were stilettos of shining rust copper colored straps that fit my legs perfectly and complemented the dress well. The dress was also a perfect fit; it was like as if the dress was tailored for me.  It scared me more than I would ever agree that this dress was so perfect. The thick gold bracelet on my left hand, big awkward rectangular ring on the forefinger of my right hand and the thin linked gold chain with a solid gold flower for a pendent were my things. The stalker had also gifted me red lingerie but I preferred mine so that I could feel less of a slut. I felt vulgar wearing this atrocious gift.