Satisfaction by Piper Lawson

Author:Piper Lawson [Lawson, Piper]
Language: eng
Format: epub

7

Dal

“These are the wrong size,” Kyla complained from behind a red surfboard. “Do you have a stumpy one?”

“Let me check.”

Kyla and I had arrived early this morning to style the store for the photoshoot. We were going for a “every season is summer,” vibe which only California had a hope in hell of pulling off.

“You won’t believe this kid,” Mac exclaimed as she shoved in the front door, a tray of coffees in her hands. “He thinks because he’s a minor and he’s carrying instead of selling that he’s not going to land his ass in juvie.”

“I didn’t hear you come in last night. You had to drive all the way to Anaheim?”

“Yeah.” She passed coffees to me and Kyla and hopped up on the counter.

Kyla took a grateful drink, then set the cup on a display table as she reached for another board.

We’d posed the mannequins on surfboards, talking and laughing. One was walking a tiny stuffed dog, balanced on the front.

I took one sip of the coffee Mac had gotten me and cringed. “Whoa. Creamfest. This is yours.”

I passed it to her and took the one in her hands.

“Speaking of Creamfest. How is Mr. Hottie?” she asked sweetly. “You were practically making out on the couch when I left. Then I get home from rescuing my degenerate brother to find the guy gone.”

“Wait. You and Kent?” The surfboard Kyla had set against the wall started to slip, and she grabbed for it just in time. “And I figured you were skipping out to do interview prep last night.”

“Nothing’s going on,” I protested. “We were hanging out.” I was grateful when a customer brushed in the store and Kyla went to help.

“Unlike every wannabe in this town, your guy builds things with his hands instead of doing Dove for Men commercials with them,” Mac mused. “What else do you think he could do with those hands, Dal?”

“Not thinking about it.” I turned back to the display.

“Okay, real talk. Chris was a douche. He didn’t satisfy you while you were together, physically or emotionally. Then the man made a sex tape with some B-list singer and was dumb enough to leak it.”

My chest burned, not from betrayal, but because I could remember the humiliation like it was yesterday.

All he’d said when I confronted him was that he needed something more than I could give him. Someone who was “in tune with their sexuality.”

He’d said all of it in this easy, laid-back tone. As if he was telling me he was going vegan, not that he’d been screwing the talent at the record label.

“I’m over it,” I said, turning to face my roommate. “You know what bugs me though?”

Mac arched a brow. “Hit me.”

I huffed out a breath. “That there’s some screwed-up human need to capture bodily fluids on film. And then share it with the masses.” I moved a stack of shirts across a table. “Why do we need to take something private and make it public? No, wait. Why are we even obsessed with that shit to start with? Getting off, I mean.

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