[Continued from “A Little Side-Hustle”]
Luckily for me, Lo came to my rescue. Just as Imogen was leaning in, her eyes locked with mine and her lips lusting for infidelity, her cleavage consciously hoisted to my attention, Lo suddenly appeared between us and said, “I could use your help now.”
Taken aback by the interruption, Imogen recoiled and looked bewildered at Lo who was crouching in front of the two of us.
“We’re moving the party outside,” said Lo, “Could you please help me with taking out some blankets and the desserts?”
Robert had a fireplace outside, the center of an alcove where he had set up an exterior living room with lounge chairs and couches. Robert was getting the fire lit as Lo and Imogen carried the sweets outside along with warm coffee and strong drinks.
I was helping and at one point, as Lo and I were passing each other, her eyes stopped me in my tracks. She looked wicked, wilily, and wanton. What could that look mean? I had no idea, but my guilty conscience led me to believe I was in deep trouble with her already.
When we were all outside, sitting around the fire, chatting, I deliberately tried to make conversation with anyone but Imogen. But, pretty soon my small-talk options were reduced to one, for soon after dessert, the Aussie guests thanked their hosts — Robert and Lola — and departed. All except Imogen. What to do about Imogen?
Lo and Robert were lying down under a heavy blanket on one of the couches as Imogen and I were next to each other in two chairs. I had one eye on Lo and one on Imogen, carefully treading and dreading my next move. I could see Lo whisper something to Robert. Then Robert asked me to help him clean up, saying, “Lo has done quite enough, the least we could do is chip in on the easy part.” I welcomed his invitation and then he and I went inside to collect the dishes, glasses, serving trays, etc. We were in the kitchen making some forced chit-chat while the ladies were outside.
The next thing I knew, the two of them came in and said they were going to bed in the master bedroom, leaving the two of us out in the cold.