Black Temptation

Chapter 49

Scraping down stone steps, fruit ninja is over there chopping away his baggage.

"Wait, wait. Who brought the knife?" Harry says, stepping infront of me.

"I did," Pablo says proudly. Now where- "Between these here butt cheeks." ....Yeah that's what I thought.

"Pablo's very handy wid objects. He could hold a town in those butt cheeks if he wanted to."

"I tink I have before!" He jokes. They laugh and Harry and I stare awkwardly at each other, not knowing if we should or shouldn't add anything in. I could so start a viewing party with Harry's pimp daddy butt cheek, but I'll let that marinate in my mind for a couple of hours. It's still an open wound.

"So, this party you guys talk about..." I slimily slide in, edging from Harry's shield.

"Oh yeah that! Everybody's going." Pablo adds.

Sucking in my lips, I hope not to sound shallow if I just burst out with a 'Harry saw your man junk, so you can't forget that you'll let us in.'

Marie titters as she slides the cut fruit away from fruit ninja.

"Maybe we shouldn't go."

Wait. What. No. Nu huh. Did I hear you correctly? I bet I didn't. You did not just say what I think you just said what you just said what you said.

"Marie, don't be irrational. He wants you there. He's family."

Wait. What. Who?

After a long pause, Marie gives in.

"It's on the 18th floor at 8. I guess since you endured us for this long I shouldn't prevent you from going. Yeah...you should be able to go."

Wait, was that a pity cry? Did she just "I pity the fool" us? Well she must've sensed what we were doing? Who cares, we just friend zoned are way into a party!

Harry speaks, picking up a wondering banana and peeling it from the bottom,

"Who's all g-"

"What the heck, Harry? Why do you peel your bananas like that?"

"To avoid the strings. Monkeys do the same, equally impressive, equally effective thing. We can learn from them, Kenz. They are apart of us, you know." He laughs.

"Right...but I don't peel my bananas like that and I'm equally impressive, equally effective as the next gal."

Harry pulls my waist closer to his, "You don't have to peel your bananas like this to keep me impressed, sweet cheeks," he whispers, unchastely with vigor hot on his breath.

"First you praise my dick schlopping abilities then you call me sweet cheeks at the most opportune time, cause it's not like we're naked or anything. Wow, boy, you really know how to flatter a woman."

I should win a Nobel Peace Prize for the amount of sarcasm I just said. Yes, I could create world peace with my mouth.

oh

So many sexual innuendos in my life. I need to start documenting this stuff.

He laughs at me, sticking the banana....sticking the fruit in his mouth.

"You guys whisper a lot." Marie speaks, laughing. We stare at each other, undeniably feeling a bit alien.

"When you live in a town like ours, your business is technically not your business." I warn.

"When you love in a town like ours, your business is technically not your business." Harry adds.

I look at him, "Very well put."

"Thanks boo. So who's all coming?" Harry speaks again, swallowing.

(I've officially deemed myself full on perv) There's a sudden chill in the room as Pablo and Marie stare at each other, leaving us completely out of the loop.

"A few friends, few of the hotel staff. It's a small get together." She speaks coldly. Pablo stares her down but he senses that she won't indulge any further in conversation, so he steps in.

"And Marie's cousin, Macklemore."

Eyes bulge, we flip a script and try to underplay our shocked faces.

"Wait, Macklemore the waiter?" Harry asks.

"Yeah? You know him?" Marie inquires.

"Yeah, we've been friends for a year or so. That's amazing. Small world, huh?"

"Great, less awkward. So you must know his date, Susan?"

Harry's throat tightens at her name and when I thought the past was behind us, it rears it's ugly head on the other side of the world.

"Oh..yeah. She's an acquaintance."

"Wow great," Marie speaks. "She's also bringing her husband, Charles."

Oh god. Harry looks at me with stolen feelings in his eyes.

"Maybe it won't be as bad as you think."

"McKenzie, I did his wife. If he sees me, it'll be a blood bath." He whispers.

And as Pablo continues to claim how nice the party is going to be, my heat drops.

This is not going to end well.