“You’re beautiful, attractive, sexy – you could have anyone you wanted.   Why not Tiler?”

Tina drew an arm around Jia’s shoulders and squeezed her in a friendly manner. She smirked at her fellow blonde, who’d raised her eyebrows in response, lost for words. Finally, Jia unlocked her tongue, sputtering at first. “This, this from the girls who’d casually dropped devastating inside dope about her, such as how un-gettable Tiler has been for as long as you’ve all known her? Yet you’re asking why I wasn’t confident about being able to…”

“As Tina just said, you’re beautiful, attractive, sexy, and may I add, smart. Plus, we finally know Tiler’s type – you! Tiler hasn’t been able to look away from you no matter what’s going on or who else is around, hot stuff.”

Unable to ignore the conversation going on in the living room that she could overhear from her en-suite bathroom in the second floor, Tiler purposely dropped her body-spray canister and elbowed the wooden box that housed cotton buds and other knick –knacks from the granite counter-top, hoping the noise they would make would be a big enough distraction to the women lightly grilling her angel.  That last remark sounded like it came from Rachel. My bosses are double-teaming my angel! The ensuing racket created by the loud, clattering sounds of hard objects dropping to the ceramic floor had the intended effect of quieting the teasing and chatter going on amongst the women waiting for Tiler in the living room of her Brooklyn townhouse.

All the women simultaneously looked up in the direction of the upstairs bathroom that they knew Tiler was in. They suppressed some giggles,, and then exchanged looks and smiles with one another. They didn’t stay quiet for long.

“Anyway, what matters is that she’s clearly into you. We can pump up your confidence later (cute giggles from Jia), because, girl, what we really want to know before Tiler joins us is how are you able to keep your panties on when you’re with her?   This beggars our collective imagination because we just can’t believe how you stay this chaste when you have our single, available, and gorgeous stud wrapped around your finger …” Diane.

“Ladies, maybe that’s asking for a bit much?” That was Aerin.