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Story: Not the Billionaire
Rhonda clapped her hands together and shrieked, causing Genevieve to jump and nearly knock one of the containers of leftovers onto the floor.
“Geez, Rhonda.”
Rhonda took both containers from her and reattached the lids.
“What are you doing? That’s our dinner.”
“Not tonight, it’s not.” Rhonda put the food back into the fridge. “We’re going out. I’ve got something to celebrate. And it sounds like you do too.”
Genevieve grinned as her sister led her to the bathroom and opened the cabinet, which contained what little makeup she owned.
“Now, start talking. I want to hear everything.”
“His name is Kurtis.”
“Kurtis! I love it. And?”
“That’s it. I just met him.”
“I need more …” Rhonda’s face screwed up as she opened a compact of crumbled eyeshadow. “How old is this?”
Genevieve laughed. “I don’t know. I stole it from you in high school.”
“Gross, Genny,” she responded as she tossed it into the garbage can. “You’re supposed to replace your eyeshadow every year or two.”
“Oops.”
Rhonda headed out to the other room and returned with her purse, dumping the contents onto the bathroom vanity and retrieving her own eyeshadow palette. “Tell me about Kurtis. What do you like about him?”
Genevieve thought about that for a moment. What’s not to like? “He’s really sweet and so easy to talk to.”
“Easy to talk to?” she raised an eyebrow. “Come on. Give me all the details.”
“He has dark hair and these amazing hazel eyes. I could stare into them all day.”
“That’s more like it. What else?”
“He’s got a nice smile.” She felt a blush coming on just remembering him smiling at her.
“Is he buff?”
“You are so obsessed with muscles.”
“I know, right? So … does he have any?”
“I mean, when I met him, he was in a T-shirt and workout pants, and he looked … pretty fit, I guess. But I didn’t gawk at his muscles or anything.” She waved her sister off. “I don’t even care about that.”
“You will.”
She shook her head. “You’re crazy.”
“You’re gonna want a guy who can pick you up and carry you to bed.”
“Rhonda!”
“Or push you up against the wall.”
“Okay, we’re done here.”
“Geez, Rhonda.”
Rhonda took both containers from her and reattached the lids.
“What are you doing? That’s our dinner.”
“Not tonight, it’s not.” Rhonda put the food back into the fridge. “We’re going out. I’ve got something to celebrate. And it sounds like you do too.”
Genevieve grinned as her sister led her to the bathroom and opened the cabinet, which contained what little makeup she owned.
“Now, start talking. I want to hear everything.”
“His name is Kurtis.”
“Kurtis! I love it. And?”
“That’s it. I just met him.”
“I need more …” Rhonda’s face screwed up as she opened a compact of crumbled eyeshadow. “How old is this?”
Genevieve laughed. “I don’t know. I stole it from you in high school.”
“Gross, Genny,” she responded as she tossed it into the garbage can. “You’re supposed to replace your eyeshadow every year or two.”
“Oops.”
Rhonda headed out to the other room and returned with her purse, dumping the contents onto the bathroom vanity and retrieving her own eyeshadow palette. “Tell me about Kurtis. What do you like about him?”
Genevieve thought about that for a moment. What’s not to like? “He’s really sweet and so easy to talk to.”
“Easy to talk to?” she raised an eyebrow. “Come on. Give me all the details.”
“He has dark hair and these amazing hazel eyes. I could stare into them all day.”
“That’s more like it. What else?”
“He’s got a nice smile.” She felt a blush coming on just remembering him smiling at her.
“Is he buff?”
“You are so obsessed with muscles.”
“I know, right? So … does he have any?”
“I mean, when I met him, he was in a T-shirt and workout pants, and he looked … pretty fit, I guess. But I didn’t gawk at his muscles or anything.” She waved her sister off. “I don’t even care about that.”
“You will.”
She shook her head. “You’re crazy.”
“You’re gonna want a guy who can pick you up and carry you to bed.”
“Rhonda!”
“Or push you up against the wall.”
“Okay, we’re done here.”
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