Pointed Gun

Just relax.

Syncear

IT WAS crazy to believe that just five hours ago I was basking in the glory of my step up in the business and now I was moments away from partying it up with my boss and Blair at a mystery place the night. The thought of Blair even sweet-talking Marco into treating us to a celebratory night out still amazed me to the bone. While I knew she had it in her, I just didn't want to lose any more money.

"Syn girl, You are glowing in that dress! I have such great taste!" Blair had much pride when she decided to toot her own horn. Her fingertips grazing the length of my body rather seductively as we stared at one another in her full-length mirror wasn't the least bit weird. What felt weird was Blair not finding interest at all. It was her normal. Our special normal.

Before she could give us the okay to meet Marco at this place of choice, Blair demanded that I made a stop at her apartment just so she could pick out my outfit for tonight like she often did every time we—I mean when she—decided to plan a night out. It wasn't like I never enjoyed partying my curls out from time to time, but doing it on the daily was where I drew my line. Too much sleep to be had and far too many shows and books that needed to be absorbed. My loves.

I scanned my body with slow, drinking eyes. Taking in the exact way her cream-colored bandage dress hugged my curves and reflected one hell of a blow. I looked amazing alright. "Tell me why we're getting all dressed up? We're hanging out with our boss."

"Who is very attractive you forgot to add." She interrupted with hands still creating a home for themselves on my stationary frame.

"Yes, he's smoking but what does that mean? He's our boss. Doesn't macking on him go against the books?"

"There are no rules outside of the office, babes." Getting the quick smirk on her lips as she stood back to get a complete snapshot of my appearance, told me just how this night was going to play, out of one of two options. She was either going to try and pin Marco on me throughout the duration of the night, or I was going to have to watch her sweet talk her way into somewhere she knew she didn't belong.

Of course, though, if Marco and I'd met on the streets and we happened to hit it off, then I would definitely hop on that train without thinking twice about it. But, if anything was to happen now, everyone would just think Marco was giving special treatment when in reality, I was earning every achievement on my own hardworking time. I didn't need handouts. I always made a way.

"Now that you're perfect, we can go." She was finally content with my look. It only took five dress and hairstyle changes before we'd reached up to that point. That was fine though. She didn't want to send me out on our way looking less than superior. I respected that more than words could comprehend.

Collecting her purse and coat from her bed, I followed suit doing the exact same even when I hadn't the slightest clue where we were headed and for how long that night would spiral.

While hot on her trails out of her glamorous apartment, I decided to ask, "Still not going to tell me where we're going?"

"Look, babes, all I know is that he's carpooling. I have no idea where we're going, so don't ask again."

"Wait, you never said Marco was carpooling."

"You never asked."

The clicking of our heels flooded the apartment lobby as we stepped out of the elevator. Attention snatched from far and wide as we made our way to the exit. Upon doing so, we came face to face with Marco's car. A beautiful black 2018  Jaguar in all its luxurious glory. It's exterior just as flawless as the first day he brought it a few months back. Blair and I's opinion were called into question before he'd made any hasty decisions. I guess he trusted our particular taste when it came to materialized goods, or just a chance to talk to us about anything other than paperwork and snobby clients for a change.

Without being noticed entirely by him, I shot a glare Blair's way. She shrugged the heat right off her shoulder and continued stepping to his side with slow sexy strides. Gosh, that girl.

"Hello, ladies." Marco's smile was radiate as he pushed away from the driver's side door to approach us in a share of hugs. He looked just as amazing as he did earlier at the office, though, I could tell that he freshened up a bit to compliment the evening. His smooth hair loose around his head and suit professionally laid back. The first few buttons of his white buttoned-up shirt were undone, revealing the smooth toned skin underneath.

He was complete eye candy, that I couldn't deny. I was convinced he knew that too well. I mean look at that smile.

"So, we're off then?" I tried changing the subject in my head by speaking aloud. Marco smirked at me while Blair smoothed a bunch of hairs that fell over her shoulder back behind her.

"Let me get the door, then we can get going." Doing exactly what he said he would, he propped the back door open for us without a single ounce of hesitation, so we piled in.

Although we all had our rounds of conversations about what we were looking forward to tonight and our workdays, things tedious and bland, I was counting the seconds until I could drown myself in something sweet and savory. And I wasn't only talking about the drinks. I was starving.

"Marco, will this place have food, cuz' my brain is eating me alive." Their laughs echoed the car in unison, but I was serious.

"I will personally buy you a burger if you stop asking questions and just relax." Blair said, eyes occupied in her phone's messages.

"Make it a double bacon cheeseburger and curly fries and you've got yourself a deal." I demanded back.

That's very reasonable in my minds

"Whatever you want, babes."

Her airy chuckle and Marco's absence to my demands was what calmed me. I wasn't nervous for tonight. I just couldn't wait to get out of this beautiful car and inside where I could shake off some stress then eat and drink my weight in appetizers and fruity girl drinks. I've honestly never been able to get into the really hard stuff besides vodka if I had to be totally honest. My best friend, on the other hand, was a bit more experienced than I was at the game. But I applaud her. It was a skill for the best. And she was definitely the best.