Poker, u mean?
Yes.
Jesus, u need to prep for that? Really?
Yes really.
Hummm. How do I get invited?
U don’t want to be.
Is there fancy food involved or something? Caviar? Shrimp cocktail?
There is no cock, or tail, involved. I promise.
I feel eyes on me as I laugh out loud in line at the salad station.
Well then, I guess I don’t want to be invited after all....
Not unless u want to lose all the money u r earning at that new job.
I wouldn’t lose a dime.
Is that so?
Yes. If I take my shirt off, no one will even notice their cards.
Now THAT would be a sight to see.
Tell me where u r going to be and u can...
Tempting...but I can’t.
Suit yourself. See u Wednesday?
Wednesday it is. I have something I want to show u after work. Can I pick u up downtown?
Yes. In front of the Union Building. 6:00. I’ll b the one in heels.
Ass up?
I’ll consider it.
When two minutes pass and I don’t get a reply, I put my phone back into my purse. I pick out my lunch and head back upstairs to eat it at my desk.
The afternoon passes uneventfully. I work with Matt for another hour or so, then I spend the rest of the day in my cubicle working out how to split a video conferencing line to forty-seven different offices. I’ve got a good grip on this project, and I feel satisfied that the whole thing is moving along perfectly. At five-thirty, I gather my things and head home. I am looking forward to an evening by myself.
When I get back to my apartment, there is a man mowing the lawn in front of the building. He looks vaguely familiar. As I am walking up to the building, digging around in my purse for my keys, he cuts the mower engine. When the silence strikes, I look over at him to see what happened, and he’s just standing there looking at me. I recognize him now. He was the one sitting on David’s bed on Saturday night. I smile a half-smile at him, and continue to search for my keys.
When I find them, I go to open the door and see that the man is standing to my left, only a few paces away.
“Hey,” he says as he continues to walk toward me, “you’re Emma, right? David’s...um, friend?” Oh, this is going to be awkward. Very, very awkward.
“Yes, that’s me,” I say tartly. He offers his right hand for me to shake, but my own hand is already occupied with the keys. He stands with his hand out for a few seconds while I open the door and prop it open with my knee. Only then do I reach across myself to offer him my hand in return.
“My name is Brad,” he says. “It’s nice to meet you. David is a friend of mine. I helped him finish your kitchen yesterday. How do you like it?”
“It’s very nice. Thank you,” I say, wanting to go inside and be by myself.
“Yeah, it turned out pretty nice,” he says lightly. “David was a fucking slave driver, though. I think he wanted us the hell out of your apartment.” He is smiling at me, and I wonder if he knows precisely how true his statement really is. A few seconds pass, and I can tell he is waiting for my reply.
“Yeah, well...” I say quietly as I shrug.
“At any rate, I’m glad you like it,” he says kindly. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around, then.” I can’t tell if it is meant as a question or a statement. “I’ll tell David that I met you when I see him later tonight.”
“Oh, you’re playing poker tonight, too?” My skin prickles. He is going to see David tonight and I am not. It isn’t envy I’m feeling—I don’t know what it is. “Where do you guys play?” I ask. Hell, if David won’t tell me, maybe Brad will.
“We play in the basement of some building. The guy who owns this building, Carl, he has a couple of other places, and so we play at one of them. It’s a shithole, but it’s private,” he says.
“Would you mind giving David a message for me when you see him tonight?” I ask. This is going to be fun.
“Sure. What is it?”
I pull off my shoe. It’s one of my favorite navy blue high heels. I hand it to Brad with a smile.
“Just give him this, and tell him I’ll need it back in time for work tomorrow.”
At first he looks at me as if I am from Mars. But then something sinks in, and a smile grows on his face. I smile back at him knowing that, yes, he probably would like a crack at me. He would have to take down David first, though, and I don’t see that happening. He shakes his head slowly and lets out a near-silent laugh.
“It’ll be my pleasure,” he says as he takes my shoe by the heel. He’s a handsome guy, this Brad, and at least as far as looks go, I can see why David didn’t want to introduce me. I hope I am not inciting a riot with my little game, but we did agree to nix the jealousy bullshit. Brad looks a little too excited with this opportunity, though, so I decide I’d better set a ground rule.
“But, you have to promise me that you won’t lead him to believe that you were the one that took it off me,” I say. “Because if he thinks for even one second that you and I did anything more than say ‘Hi’...” I raise my eyebrows and trail off, figuring that Brad knows David way better than I do. I’m sure he knows precisely what David will do to him if he thinks something happened between us.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” he says. “I’ll make it perfectly