Taking Shots (Assassins, #1)(12)
“It was amazing,” Elli gushed out. “I don’t know why he did it though.”
“Because he likes you!”
“Oh, come on, Shea Adler? Like me, Elli Fisher, please. I am nowhere near his type; he likes the leggy blondes with big boobs, small waist, and fake faces. I am not that.”
“You don’t know his type, Elli, plus you can give them blondes a run for their money! You’re beautiful.”
“I’m fat, and I guess okay looking.”
“Oh, shut up!” Harper said throwing a piece of popcorn at her, Elli giggled as she picked it up, throwing it in her mouth. “I slept with Jakob again.”
“Well, that came out of nowhere,” Elli giggled as Harper just grinned widely at her, “Again? I thought that was a one time deal.”
“Me, too, but he kept like calling me and then he showed up at my condo last night and I’m, like, well, since you’re here come on in and f*ck my brains out. You know?”
“No, actually, I don’t.”
Harper giggled. “That’s what you should do with Shea, just have him knock your boots off, then be done. How long has it been since you’ve gotten any?”
“Wow, Harper. Um, no, I will not be knocking my boots off with Shea Adler. That would be a horror. A big sexy man like him with my dumpy body? Please!” Elli purposely didn’t answer the other question. That was an embarrassment in itself. Something Elli didn’t even want to venture too.
“Your body is beautiful, Elli; you’ve got sexy curves, something I wish I had. I’m just bones and skin.”
Elli gave her a pointed look. “Please, don’t give me that I wish I was curvy speech, no skinny girl wants to be fat.”
“You’re not fat!”
“I’m not skinny.”
“Whatever, Elli, and don’t think I forgot about my question. How long has it been?”
“Why does it matter?” Elli asked, picking a piece of popcorn apart. When she was nervous she always had to keep her fingers moving.
“I want to know.”
Nothing was said for a moment and when Elli realized Harper wasn’t going to let it go, she let out a breath before saying, “Six years.”
“What! Since Justin?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Oh, my God, you need to get laid. No wonder you’re such a bitch sometimes.”
“For the love of God, shut up! I am fine.”
“You most certainly are not!”
Elli was about to yell some more when her phone rang. She picked it up and looked at the display.
“It’s him,” she whispered, looking up at Harper in horror. What the hell was he doing calling her?
“What? Shea? Answer it!”
“No! What would I say?”
“Umm…hello?”
“Shut up!” Elli stood off the bar stool and walked to the living pushing, talk. “Hello?”
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“It’s Shea.”
“I know.”
“Oh, okay, you sound weird.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“Don’t be, what’s up?”
“Um, nothing, what’s up with you?”
“This is Elli right?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s wrong? You sound really weird.”
Elli slapped herself in the forehead, trying to get it together, but how could she! Shea Adler was calling her! “Oh, well, I’m just surprised you called.”
“Am I not supposed to?”
“Oh, no, it’s not that. I just didn’t think you would.”
Silence.
“Alright, did I do something wrong? Cause I thought this afternoon went great.”
“It did, but I thought that was all it was, an afternoon.”
“Oh, is that all you want it to be?”
“Oh, no, you don’t, don’t put that loaded question on me!” He laughed, and she smiled. Harper came into the living room, throwing herself on the couch, grinning up at Elli. She, of course, gave Harper the death glare.
“Okay, then I will tell you this. I want it to be more. I want to see you again, Elli.”
“You do?”
“Oh, yeah I do. What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yeah, as in the day that comes after today?”
“Smartass.” He chuckled, which made her smile “I gotta work during the day and I have a wedding tomorrow night.”
“Okay, Tuesday?”
“Bar mitzvah and work all day.”
“A bar mitzvah? You do that?’
“Yup,” she said with a grin. Harper just smiled big.
“Okay, I got an event Wednesday, what about Thursday?”
“Wedding.”
“Well, shit woman!” she laughed, “I bet Friday and Saturday is a no go.”
“Friday, weddings out my butt, but Saturday, I’m spending the day with my nieces and nephews. My assistants are doing the weddings that day, then I have a wedding that night.”
“Okay.”
“I know I’m stupid busy and-“
“We’ll make the time, okay? The season opener is Wednesday, and then I’ll be wicked busy.”