Siren Call

With Friends Like These...

It was late that evening, after finally getting home, that I received a text from Kat with the details for the charity event. I wasn't surprised to see that it was a black tie event. I already began imagining what Kat would look like and what she would wear. My thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, and Roxy's voice shouting out from the hall.

"Ev?"

"In the living room!" I called back, locking my phone screen and putting it on the coffee table.

Seconds later Roxy swept into the room, her hair was tied back and she had only soft make up on. She was casually dressed in light blue, ripped skinny jeans, and a white, fitted, long sleeve off the shoulder top. She dodged around the arm of the sofa and threw herself down next to me. Kicking her legs up onto my lap, she knocked her loosely tied pumps onto the floor and stretched out, leaning back against the cushions.

"All good?" I asked, biting back a laugh as she sighed and closed her eyes.

"Much better." She said softly.

"Why the visit?"

I reached for my drink that was sitting on the table next to me. I took a sip and had barely swallowed it when Roxy took the bottle from my hand and helped herself.

"Do you want your own?" I laughed, slapping the side of her legs lightly.

"Are you gonna get up to go get it?" She smiled.

I looked past her in the direction of the kitchen, then flicked my eyes back to hers.

"No."

She shrugged and winked, then proceeded to down the rest of it, before handing me the empty bottle.

"Thanks." I said, shaking my head and standing it on the coffee table.

"You're welcome."

"Fuck. Now I want a drink." I groaned, my mouth suddenly feeling drier than the sahara desert.

I went to stand up, Roxy moving her legs to allow me to get to my feet. I'd taken only a couple of steps when she shimmied back into position and spoke up.

"I'll have a diet coke please. With ice."

Cheeky cow, she planned that.

I pulled the cushion from under her head, causing her to nearly fall out of the chair in surprise, then tossed it at her.

"Hey!" She called after me, whilst I walked away, laughing at her.

I grabbed a bottle of diet coke from the fridge and poured some into a glass with some ice, then picked up another beer.

Entering the living room again, I handed her a drink, lifted her legs enough to slide in under them, and made myself comfortable again. She instantly took a drink from her glass and I followed suit. The cool beer had barely touched my tongue when she spoke.

"So how long have you been sleeping with Kat?"

I nearly spat it across the room as I swallowed it fast, coughing as I turned to look at her.

I'm so fucked.

Her arms were crossed and her brows arched up as though inspecting me closely. Her no nonsense expression was one I'd seen before, and it was the outcome of those situations that still kind of intimidated me.

It's okay Ev, you can talk your way out of this one. Just bluff it.

"Don't even think about trying to talk your way out of it."