Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

breasts. Lesbians always like them.”
    Luce looked at me, pleading for help with her eyes. I shrugged, “I seriously thought you were gay.”
    “Hah!” Roxy started massaging her own breasts with more vigor, of course still using Luce’s hand.
    Luce scowled, “You guys suck. I had a boyfriend named Lance, up until three weeks ago. I’m not gay.”
    Roxy and I burst out laughing, “Lance is such a gay name. He’s a closet gay too.”
    Jack walked into the back room grinning, “I suspected this was what the girls change room looked like. One girl watching, while the other two made out.”
    I threw a tissue box at him. He laughed and ducked back out. He folded his arms, staying in the entryway.
    Roxy closed the curtain, “No. You can’t see her, not till we’re done.”
    I folded my arms around myself and hugged, holding me together.
    Roxy set to work. I felt myself withdraw from them. They chatted and laughed. I didn’t have it in me.
    “You okay?”
    I looked up at Luce and smiled, “No.”
    Roxy shook her head, “I tried to warn you. He’s a pig.”
    My smile grew, “He is. I like him, I don’t know why. I can’t make myself hate him. He’s lied from the start, hidden my children away from me, used me.” The last part of the sentence was nearly silent. I didn’t want to face that part because he was right when he said, I let him do it all. I wanted it and him.
    I hadn’t even worried about my children, not properly.
    Roxy vanished through the curtain and came back with a fishbowl-sized glass of wine.
    I smelled it, “Thanks.”
    I sipped and looked down into it, like it was a magic crystal ball and would tell me my future.
    Sighing, I drank and watched as Roxy made Luce, into something I never imagined possible, delicate.
    She wore an asymmetrical navy Marc Jacob’s dress that hit mid-calf and had only one arm. The line of the dress ran across her tight and perky chest. She had cleavage and even a little side boob with the bare arm and shoulder. She lifted her delicate-looking foot with the Jimmy Choo glittery platform sandal and shook her head, “They look and feel like ankle boots, but they’re sandals. They’re really comfy.”
    I laughed, “That’s because they cost a grand, no doubt.”
    Roxy nodded, “Yeah, that’s about the price. The lace-looking shoe is what makes it a sandal, but the lace coming all the way up to your ankle, gives you the sturdiness of boots. Jimmy Choo is a genius.” She handed her a small, blue Coach shoulder bag and I marveled.
    “You look amazing.”
    Luce smiled at me, “I look pretty.”
    It wasn’t the response I expected from her.
    I nodded, “Roxy, you have done an amazing thing here.”
    She beamed and clapped again, “I love it!”
    Luce took my hand as I put down the empty fish bowl. I could feel the bottle of wine I’d drank. We walked out to the front of the plane.
    Servario looked back, taking a double take.
    Coop’s jaw hung open and Jack dropped his iPad onto the floor.
    Steve looked over and grinned. He looked hungry.
    Luce’s dark eyes were smoky and sexy. She looked almost Egyptian with the makeup.
    Her dark hair, that I had imagined was short, was actually very long. It hung in a side ponytail over the bare arm in tendrils and small curls. Her lips were red, Russian Red.
    Her nails were navy to match the dress but tipped with stark white, also matching the trim of the dress. The hem and neckline were lined with stark white. The navy and white almost had a mariner look to it.
    She was a model with her tanned, tight skin and zero body fat. The curve of her arm was still thicker, but in a lean and sexy curve.
    She made Roxy look plain, which was a feat.
    Servario turned back around, “We land in half an hour.”
    Luce looked down, blushing. The other three men were still standing and staring.
    Coop closed his mouth, “You look hot.”
    Steve nodded, “Too hot.”
    I went to my seat and buckled in.
    Luce walked to hers and instantly Jack was sitting next to her. Steve sat on the other side.
    Luce shook her head, “There are plenty of other seats, you two scram.”
    Steve got up, but Jack stayed.
    Steve sat in his regular chair. I looked down and tried to focus my eyes. I was drunk.
    Servario didn’t talk to me. I was stewing inside.
    I glanced over at him, “Are you trying to push me away still? Is that why you said those things to me?”
    He looked up from his laptop, “What?”
    I whispered, “Are you trying to push me