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- Authors: Lauren Blakely
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JUST SO YOU KNOW
Layla
I only have to last thirty more minutes. Half an hour is a good faith effort,
right? I’m trying, really. It’s not like I’m sitting in this bar across from Bryce
Fancypants the Third for my health.
“So, yeah, when Topher came to me about a top-shelf, members-only
distillery in Manhattan, I said, I am so in and here’s the check,” Bryce says,
while rotating his tumbler in quarter circles every thirty seconds. I recognize
the tactic from a post last week on The Gentleman’s Guide To Dating—do
this if you want to communicate power on a date.
Because, of course, that’s exactly how a man should communicate power
—by reading articles about how to do so.
“What a great friend,” I say, like I’m reading from a script.
“Topher has been planning this since we went to Princeton together a few
years ago,” Bryce adds, no doubt in case I didn’t hear the other three times
when he told me he went to the Ivy.
“How fascinating,” I say with a smile. You never know who Bryce might
report back to. Like his mother at the tennis club, who’ll tell my mother at the
tennis club. Since this date, like all my dates, was her idea.
But dating is like makeup. I know how to put on a good face to make it
through the day. I sit nice and straight and say all the right things to whatever
Bryce blathers on about for the next thirty minutes, from the money he and
Topher invested in the liquor, to the money they’re making hand over fist, to
the way they cater to old money, since old money’s the only thing you can
trust, right?
When the clock behind the bar strikes eight-thirty, I can taste my
freedom. Bryce is paying the tab, and fine, I’ll give him points for that. But
after he signs the bill, he slides his credit card back in his billfold
ostentatiously, giving me a chance to see that it’s black.
“Soooo,” he begins, running his fingers over his slicked-back blond hair,
his gaze lasered in on my breasts. “This was great, Layla. I’d love to see you
again. But just so you know, I’m really busy at work.”
He’s just so you knowing me? Does he think I don’t know that’s code for
he only wants to fuck me?
I purse my lips to hold back a flurry of put-him-in-his-place zingers.
Instead, I keep the stakes in mind and fasten on my best Park Avenue smile.
“I love my job, too, and I’m super busy, as well. Text me.”
“Sa-weet,” he says, and he can’t mask the I’m going to score next time
smile.
He can think what he wants, but I have a get-out-of-a-second-date-free
card, and I’m ready to play it.
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