"No!" Zoey exclaimed in horror, hugging one of Jezebel's pillows.
Meanwhile, Jezebel was steadily nodding with a huge grin on her face. "Oh, that's not the end. Then she did the same thing with the pasta and the sauce." Seeming to get all the more excited the more Zoey cringed, Jezebel continued to make a show of the story. "And then she ate it."
Zoey shut her eyes in disgust. "Jez, that is so not right on
so
many levels!"
"You think
you're
grossed out, you should have seen Erik. I can guaran-damn-tee you he will never again brag about being into some 'kinky shit' and if he ever does to you, call your girl. I'll set him right again." Jezebel stated proudly.
Zoey chuckled to herself. "I wish you'd have recorded him."
Jezebel smirked. "I was tempted, but I didn't want him to know something was up." The two girls giggled together, trading stories back and forth as Jezebel glanced at the clock. "You spending tonight over too?"
Zoey sighed. "Yeah...as long as that's cool with you."
Jezebel gave Zoey a look, punching her in the shoulder. "Don't be stupid. I already said you can stay as long as you want."
"Yeah, but I feel like...I dunno. I'm keeping you from guys or something." Zoey shrugged.
Jezebel rolled her eyes. "Psh! Like I let guys come over here. They get too fucking clingy when they know where you live. Those are words to live by. Trust me on that."
Both girls jumped as there was a knock at the door. Zoey then gave Jezebel a bemused grin.
"Oh, that's not a guy." Jezebel grinned back. "That's our ice cream delivery."
Zoey chuckled. "You can't have ice cream delivered."
Jezebel stood up, patting Zoey's head. "So young. So much to learn.
Everything
can be delivered." Almost skipping, Jezebel made her way to the door, eagerly opening it. Zoey knew who was at the door just from how much Jezebel had to crane her head to see his face.
"Oh! H-hi...Mr. Hughes..." Jezebel muttered, fidgeting with her fingers behind her back and restlessly shifting her weight.
"Hello, Harley." Calvin's warm voice boomed through the silence. "Sorry to intrude. I got your address from your mother. I was hoping you'd seen-," His voice broke as he could see Zoey over Jezebel's shoulder. "Would you...mind if I talked to my daughter?"
"Daughter...?" Jezebel sighed, distractedly. Unfortunately for any chance she had of focusing, her eye level as at Calvin's chest, which was clearly on display due to the tightness of his white T-shirt.
"Yes..." Calvin smiled softly. "She's right behind you."
"There's someone behind me?" Jezebel replied, forcing her gaze back up to his face only to get lost there too. "You have really pretty eyes..."
Calvin chuckled gently. "Thank you, Harley. You too."
"Dammit, Daddy!" Zoey stood up in a huff. "Stop seducing my friend!"
His height allowing him to clearly see over Jezebel's head, Calvin was able to give Zoey a befuddled expression directly. "Seducing? I'm doing no such thing."
"Ya kinda are..." Jezebel said in a dreamy voice. "Did you just get off from work?"
"I did." Calvin answered curiously. Of course, it was pretty clear he either had just gotten off of work or it had been drizzling outside just enough to make Calvin's skin have enough sheen to it that the light reflected off of his arms only enhancing his musculature. He looked like he was about to pose for a calendar or something.
Zoey sighed in defeat. "Fine Daddy. I'll come home."
"I can go instead..." Jezebel sighed.
"That's okay, Jez." Zoey chuckled softly, patting her friend's back, drawing her attention away. "Thanks for everything. See you tomorrow. Enjoy the ice cream."
"Ice cream?" Jezebel questioned before shaking it off a bit and remembering what she'd said no less than ten minutes ago. "Right, right. You sure you're okay?"
Zoey smiled, giving Jezebel a hug before getting her bags. "I'm fine. Thanks again." She couldn't blame Jezebel for getting so distracted by her father. Her own view of him was partially obstructed by Jezebel, and Calvin still looked mouthwatering. It was unfair that someone could make jeans and a t-shirt look
that
good.
There was an awkward silence as the door clicked closed, leaving Zoey and Calvin alone in the hallway. It was only broken by Jezebel's words to herself carrying through the door. "Pretty eyes? What the Hell
was
that pelvic sorcery?"
Zoey turned to Calvin and blew her hair from her face. "Daddy...you are too old to not know the effect you have on people."
Calvin smirked slightly back. "Maybe I'm a little more aware of it than I let on." His gaze drifted down to Zoey's outfit. "That skirt is a little...short, isn't it?"
"It's Jezebel's." Zoey answered curtly. It
was
actually pretty short. The denim skirt ruffled out but only came about halfway down her thigh. Her blue tank top was a little on the tight side as well and was also Jezebel's. Zoey glared at Calvin after the comment. "I like it."
Calvin cleared his throat and walked beside Zoey in silence until they reached the elevator and had to wait for it. "Zoey..."
"I'm sorry I called you Calvin like that." Zoey muttered, pressing the elevator button again, despite the pointlessness of the action. "I was really angry and while you
did
deserve it, it was still disrespectful."
After the way Zoey reacted to his previous comment about her skirt, Calvin was clearly thinking before he spoke. "Apology accepted. I'm sorry for-"
"Don't apologize for something you're not actually sorry for." Zoey interrupted as the door opened.
"I could have handled it better." Calvin sighed.
"Oh? You mean not making me seem like a twisted freak and then following that up with tricking me and then following
that
up with lying to my face? Yeah. That would have been nice." Zoey said coldly, very glad that they had different vehicles as she headed towards her mother's car, seeing the SUV right next to it. Her father knew she was there before he even entered the complex.
