Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 69

           

"Good morning." Meg greeted as she walked in the office just as Lauren was sitting down.

"Good morning to you too." The brunette greeted back, studying the surface of her desk and then looking up to the older woman.

She rolled her eyes. "It's clean."

"I'm still glad Camila's getting me a new one for my birthday."

"Aww... and get rid of all the fond memories you have with this one?" Meg teased sitting down in front of it. "Do you even remember their names?" Lauren hesitated and lost herself in her memories. "You don't do you? God, you were such a whore."

"I wasn't a whore."

"A womanizer."

She paused again. "Okay, that I could agree with. Lauren! She was one." the brunette blurted out, receiving an amused raised brow from the brunette as Lauren tapped her hand on the desk in memory.

"That's one. Can you remember the other sixteen?"

"I don't need to remember them." Lauren protested, unwilling to admit defeat. "I'm getting married and they were just my past."

"I didn't say you needed to remember their names. I asked if you could and obviously, you can't."

"But they remember mine." The brunette jibe and then waved it off. Kim was right, when she and Meg got together they turned into complete guys. "Anyway. Where's Kim?"

"Right here." She called out as she walked through the office door with a tray of coffee. She set it down on the desk, nearly spilling it in her rush to slap away Meg's hand on her ass. "Is the word 'professional' not in your vocabulary?"

"Not today it isn't." The older woman informed her as she stood and moved close behind her. Meg smirked as she stretched over the shorter woman, unnecessarily close, to grab her coffee. "Just like it didn't exist in your vocabulary yesterday."

The assistant blushed and diverted her eyes as Lauren's smile disappeared behind her cup. "Ignoring that comment, you have a last-minute shoot. They called this morning before you got here and wanted to set something up for nine o'clock."

"Tonight?" Lauren asked, nearly spitting out her coffee, but Kim shook her head.

"This morning."

The brunette looked at the clock and then back at her assistant who had clearly lost her mind. "That's in five minutes!"

"Told you she'd freak out." Meg taunted, taking her seat again.

"I'm not freaking out." The brunette assured her. "I'm... I'm just unprepared."

"And so you're freaking out about it. Relax. We all know you are a little spastic when you get nervous."

"What is with the names this morning?" Lauren asked in a huff as she stood up and shifted through some papers. "I mean, I'm a spastic, womanizing whore."

"Really, Laur, I think you're being too hard on yourself this morning." Ally teased from the doorway, accompanied by Normani, Harry, Keaton, and Cece. The latter quartette all looking rather shocked and confused at the brunette's description.

"The spastic fits... sometimes." Keaton commented to whoever was listening. "But I thought the womanizing whore was Harry."

Cece chuckled. "Looks like we are missing a few juicy stories."

"Seventeen of them." Meg called out, gaining her a death glare from the brunette.

Ignoring the wide eyes and dropped jaws, as well as the sudden urge to commit murder, Lauren quickly changed the subject. "What are you all doing here?"