that is so you both are doing it, and it won’t look like you are targeting him,” she tells me.
“Oh, right, I get ya. So, what, Rocky has bad spunk?”
“Please, my man tastes just fine. Like sweet candy juice if you care to know.”
“Yeah, TMI. That guy’s a tank. He must blow a bucketload.”
“It’s about quality, Eric, not quantity.”
Lex arrives halting that conversation. As usual, he looks like sex on legs. I mean, I totally get why Charlie is hooked on him. He’s like some walking sex god, and women around him almost swoon in his presence, except for Nikki. I swear that woman has one wound-up cooch when it comes to Lex.
“Good afternoon, Eric, Nikki.”
He sits, motioning for the waiter to come over.
“No offense, Lex, but I’ve seen you practically bang my best friend in front of a group, a ‘Hey, what’s up’ will be fine…”
“Duly noted,” he responds with a nervous laugh.
He seems fidgety, very unlike him. For a few moments, he remains silent like he’s thinking about what to say. I don’t mind, it gives me more time to look at him. Geez, he has great lips. I bet he sooo goes down on Charlie like every day—that’s why she’s got that damn glow. I wonder if she showers beforehand. Look, I’m no vagina expert, but don’t things get all stuck up in there? Fuck, seriously—vag thoughts are grossing me out.
“What do you want, Edwards? Apart from stealing our best friend to satisfy your sexual gratification,” Nikki reminds him.
He takes a sip of his water, and suddenly, he appears calm, smiling to himself like he knows a secret we don’t.
“Here’s the thing... I love Charlotte more than life itself. You two are her best friends, and what I’m about to ask means a lot to me and will to her one day.”
I sit, waiting in anticipation. Please tell me it has something to do with getting us Celine Dion concert tickets. They are sold out, but I know he can pull some strings. Like maybe he can even get me backstage.
“I realize Charlotte has plenty of important people in her life who mean the world to her, but both of you have been there for her through thick and thin, and, for once, I want to do things properly. I want to throw her a proper wedding in Carmel with our family and friends. Now, before you both say something, we have to keep this under wraps because I don’t want the media all over Charlotte. Not during this stage in the pregnancy.”
I gasp, covering my mouth soon afterward, slightly disappointed I won’t be watching Celine.
“So, what exactly are you asking?” Nikki questions.
“You plan the whole wedding,” he answers bluntly.
He grins back, and damn, my man bits do back-to-back somersaults. Nikki sits there quietly like she has to think about it. I kick her with my foot to be met with a why-the-fuck-did-you-do-that stare.
“I’ll do it! But I swear to God, Lex, if you hurt her in any way, shape, or form, I will cut your balls off into tiny pieces and feed them to the wolves. You got me?”
“Yes. Thank you, Nikki.” He forces a smile, struggling to keep his composure around Nikki. “Now, just the finer details… it’s next month. Charlotte and I are flying to Carmel to spend some time with her dad.”
“Excuse me?” Nikki and I blurt in unison. I continue, “But it’s in four weeks?”
“I realize that, so I will give you two assistants.” He motions over to another table where Adriana and Kate are seated. I hadn’t noticed them there at all. They walk over with huge grins on their faces.
“Adriana is a… well, a freak with anything wedding-related. The four of you can put your pretty little heads together to make our day memorable. Kate will be all yours for the entire week. She is an expert at organizing anything last minute and can also help you with any coordinating that needs to be done.”
I sit there in an out-of-body experience. I can’t believe this is happening. I turn to look at Nikki who surprisingly has a huge smile on her face.
“Okay, so that’s it. I’ve got an important meeting, so I’ll leave you to it.”
He stands up and pulls his wallet out of his pocket, throwing his black Amex on the table.
O.M.G!
“Oh wait, Lex…” Adriana calls.
He turns around one more time to face us at the table.
“Do we have a budget?” she asks with a deviant smile.