Sitting at a table for two at Eat ’N Park, Lana checked her fingernails. She could still see the flash of hurt shining in Jena’s eyes even though Jena probably sat in her cubicle busily calling clients and organizing data. It’s not like I meant to hurt her. It was a joke.
After all, everyone knew Jena and Alex would never sleep together. I’d sleep with him.
“Miss, here’s your Grilled Chicken Salad. Can I get you anything else?”
Shaking her head, Lana waved the blue-mascaraed waitress away. How about a tall blonde male with kind blue eyes and a hankering for some Southern loving? Yeah, I thought that was a high order, too.
Pulling lightly on her earlobe, Lana bowed her head and whispered to her salad. “I just want to be loved and to love. Is that so hard?”
Stabbing the salad with her fork, she took a bite tasting the vinegar. Ever since Jena started, she gets all the attention. Victoria praises her by piles of work. Okay, I’m not jealous of that.
And Alex, the love of her life, dates Jena. A taste more bitter than vinegar crept into Lana’s mouth.
“Is everything all right, Miss?”
Lana nodded glancing up at Blue Mascara to realize that she had been practically growling at her salad. The waitress placed a takeout box on the table with the check.
“Actually, may I have a to-go box as well? The takeout is for a friend.”
I just called Jena a friend.