Page 26 of Kayla's List
“Damn, sis! I knew you were hiding bawwdeee under those outfits!” Shelby snaps her fingers, and I feel my face heat.
Even though I’ve been wearing clothes, I wouldn’t normally wear, and they still aren’t body hugging or tight. I can admit that my clothes have been an armor that I use to hide myself. However, I will pretend that I am comfortable in this flimsy red material that barely covers my butt or holds up my breasts.
I place my large sunglasses over my eyes and give myself a pep talk so I won’t fidget, and put my cover-up back on. I sit down and sip on my orange juice. I decided that liquid courage isn’t the type of nerve I need. Being drunk isn’t how I want to complete my list.
“I think Kayla should get us into the VIP. With that little bitty bikini, I don’t think anybody would say no,” Shelby says with a thoughtful expression on her face. However, before she can finish, I’m already shaking my head no. I can give myself all types of pep talks, but I still don’t have enough fake confidence to get us into VIP.At least, I don’t think I do.
“Shell, stop pressuring Kayla. It’s her list. She’s the one that has to live with her choices!” Emani scowls at Shelby and me, and I can see that she’s not just frustrated… she’smad.
“Emani, what’s going on with you?” I ask her directly.
She’s obviously upset about something, but I know Emani will take her frustrations out on everyone instead of just addressing the issue. I would usually soothe her, but that’s not a part of my growth, so asking outright is what it has to be.
“Nothing,” she huffs, “I just think this is stupid.”
“What’s stupid?” I question, but Shelby interrupts Emani’s answer.
“Well, nobody asked you. This is about Kayla, not you. Be a supportive friend, Emani.”
“It’s not aboutyoueither, Shelby.”
Shelby and Emani glare at each other with frowns covering their faces. I’ve felt the tension between them for a few days, so I don’t think their disagreement is about me, but I don’t want my two best friends fighting for any reason, so I do my best to try to smooth things over.
“Ladies, it’s not that big of a deal. Let’s just relax and have a good time. It’s our last day here before we have to go back to the real world. We shouldn’t spend our time arguing over silliness.”
Both ladies relaxed back onto their sunbeds, but I could still feel the tension. I’ve never been comfortable with arguments, and normally I would avoid the situation altogether. But I don’t want my friends to be angry at each other. I know what I need to do.
“I’m going to the restroom. You two try not to kill each other while I’m gone,” I say in the calmest voice that I can muster.
My nerves are on edge, but I’m going to put on my big girl panties and woman up. Instead of going to the restroom, I make a b-line to the VIP section where the champagne is flowing, and the girls are twerking. It looks like a rap music video is being shot in the middle of the afternoon, but I’m trying to get in, so who am I to judge?
I channel my inner Megan and put on my “hot girl” persona. If I’m going to fake being confident, then I can’t be myself.
“Here goes nothin’.”
* * *
ANDERSON
“Hey,isn’t that Kayla? Damn, she’s stacked!” I hear Brady, but I’m so shocked to see Kayla in a little tiny ass red bikini that I can’t even answer him.
I’m stuck on stupid looking at all of her smooth brown skin. Her curves are more pronounced by the tiny strings of the bright red fabric. I damn near swallowed my own tongue, looking at her. It’s no secret that I’m attracted to Kayla, but I didn’t expect this from her.
Kayla didn’t strike me as the itsy-bitsy-tweeny-weenie-bikini type of woman. As a matter of fact, she was so uncomfortable in the dress she had on when we met that I gave her a t-shirt and shorts to wear.
Last night, she had on a cute outfit, but it wasn’t tight or anything. I’m not going to say I’m not completely turned on by seeing so much of her glorious skin, but it makes me wonder if she was right. Do I even know the woman that I’ve become enamored with?
Before I can even think about what I’m doing, I’m heading toward Kayla and the bouncer that’s guarding the VIP section like it’s the opening to the holy grail. The only reason we’re even behind the velvet rope is because Bethany had gotten the company a partnership withBella Vodka, who is hosting the party.
“Hey, man, she’s with me,” I say to the big brawny asshole who is eyeing Kayla like the full course meal that she is. He’s a lot bigger than I am, but I won’t hesitate to knock a bastard out.
He raises an eyebrow at Kayla, and she gives him a flirty smile and a shrug. I don’t know what the conversation was before I got here, but I’ll be a cockblocking son-of-a-bitch today. I already have to fight the urge to throw Kayla over my shoulder and run to the nearest room so nobody can see her body but me.
I don’t realize I’m frowning until Kayla rubs the frown line between my eyebrows with her finger.
“Hey, you. What’s wrong?” She smiles up at me, but I see a flicker of worry in her brown eyes.
“I’m trying to figure out if I should go caveman on you.” I let my gaze slowly run over all of her gloriousness, and I lick my lips in appreciation. “You look fucking spectacular, by the way.”