Lana’s mouth drops open. “Seriously?”
I nod and motion toward Leslie, who is standing in the corner, still on her phone. Lana shrugs. “Who’s she talking to?”
“David? Bob? Jeremy? Honestly, I don’t know who she’s dating right now.”
“Wait, what happened to Larry?”
“You mean Laurence?” Lana draws the middle of his name out in some phony accent. I nod.
“Doesn’t fit Daddy’s financial bio, so she dumped him.”
“Wow.”
“The trust fund is everything.” Lana’s right. To some it is. “Anyway, Shan and a stripper?”
“No joke. I can’t imagine what his mother is thinking.” Shan’s mother is the definition of elitist. She was born into money, married into more money, and when her father died, she inherited even more. I’m not sure Shan’s mother has worked a day in her life.
“But it was good to see him?”
I shrug. “It was fine. He wants to work with Daddy, which is the only reason we dated, to begin with.”
“What’s with the shades?” Leslie asks.
I feel about two feet tall under her scrutiny. She’s always perfect. Never has a hair out of place, a broken nail or chipped polish.
Before I can answer, one of our technicians calls our names. We follow her down the hall, passing the pool where the creepy teenage lifeguard is watching. “Weirdo.”
“Who?” Leslie asks.
“I’ll tell you later.” As much as his staring bothered me, I don’t want to get him into trouble. For some, what he was doing is flattery. The young man only needs to hone his skills a bit better, maybe not be so up front with the leering.
As soon as we enter the dressing room, I’m forced to remove my glasses. Leslie makes a face, which tells me I’m really unbecoming.
Lana’s eyes go wide. “Rough night? Shan ditch the hooker and come back?”
I shake my head. “No, nothing like that.”
“Are you sick? Did you get your flu shot this year?” Leslie asks.
“I’m not sick. I didn’t sleep well.”
“Sex will do that to you.”
“Lana, why is everything about sex?” Leslie asks with her hands on her hips. The only thing missing from her stance is having her foot jut out like a mother scorning her child.
Lana saunters over to Leslie, swaying her hips back and forth. “Don’t knock it until you try it.”
Leslie huffs. “I’m saving myself for marriage.”
“But why? Don’t you want to experience men before you settle on one?” Lana asks. “What if your husband doesn’t know what he’s doing? Or worse yet, what if you don’t marry a virgin?” Lana scoffs and covers her mouth.
“Leave her alone, Lana,” I say. “She has her reasons, and you do as well, so respect them. Same goes for you, Leslie.” I go to both of them and place one arm on each of their shoulders.
“You’re my best friends, I need you to get along.”
“Are you going to tell us why you didn’t sleep well?” Lana asks, crossing her arms over her chest.
I roll my eyes, angry for not canceling on them today. “No.” I leave them standing in the dressing room. I smile at the woman doing my massage and lay face down on the table as she requests. Lana and Leslie are still bickering when they come, but quiet down as soon as they’re on the table.