Aug 3, 2020
“Good afternoon!” Madeleine chirps, beaming down at Westley with bright, cheerful eyes. “It’s time to get up now, sleepyhead. You need to eat, and I made you my famous hangover breakfast. Waffles with a side of aspirin!”
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“Good afternoon!” Madeleine chirps, beaming down at Westley with bright, cheerful eyes. “It’s time to get up now, sleepyhead. You need to eat, and I made you my famous hangover breakfast. Waffles with a side of aspirin!”
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Maddie grabs Westley’s hand and begins to help him up, but something in his piercing hazel eyes startles her and she freezes.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she snaps in a hoarse voice.
“Like what?” he laughs.
“Like I’ve never done anything nice for you before. They’re just waffles, West.”
Westley shrugs and lets go of her hand, but the tender gleam in his eyes remains and Madeleine smiles, realizing that to him they’re more than “just waffles”.
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“What, you’re just going to wake me up and then leave?”
Maddie frowns as she glances at the multitude of empty bottles surrounding him. “I didn’t think-” she begins, but the hungry look on Westley’s face sends a shiver of excitement rippling down her skin, jolting the words from her lips.
“And not even a kiss good night?” he adds with a lazy smile.
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Esmeralda Valentine.
Even her name sounds sexy, Madeleine huffs, scowling back at the woman dangling fluidly from the pole in the center of the stage. When she applied to work here, Maddie knew that the Lucky Leopard was considered a high-end club, but she didn’t realize that meant her coworkers would consist of some of the most attractive ladies in Bridgeport. Usually she feels like the prettiest girl in the room, but tonight she actually has to work for her compliments. What a drag!
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“Psst, Westley, you awake?”
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“Well? What do you think? Do you like my dress?” Madeleine asks, strategically positioning herself so that West can admire her from the top of her plunging neckline to the bottom of her skimpy skirt. “I start my first shift tonight, you know.”
The flush of appreciation that sweeps across Westley’s face does not disappoint. "You look-” he pauses, the word “breathtaking” almost slipping from his lips. “Fine,” he finishes with a shrug. “You look fine. I suppose the club requires all its waitresses to dress like that?”
“We have to wear high heels and a little black dress, if that’s what you mean. It’s an upscale place, after all, and they want to project a particular image so that they can attract the right sort of clientele. That’s why I don’t get to dance yet,” Madeleine adds with a dramatic sigh. “The club insists that all new girls start out as waitresses first before they let us on stage. Luckily for you, I suppose.”
“What do you mean by that?” Westley snaps.
“Oh nothing, nothing,” she replies with an all too innocent smile. “I’d just hate to see you get jealous, and this way you’ll have more time to... adjust.” And without waiting for a response, Madeleine turns on her heel and saunters away.
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“You could have asked.”
Eleanor jumps, smearing eyeliner down her cheek. “I- I thought you’d tease me,” she admits in a sheepish voice.
“Of course I’d tease you,” Isabel smiles and hands her sister a tissue. “But I don’t mind. You can borrow my stuff whenever you want. I’m just surprised. I can’t remember the last time you wore makeup.”
Ellie shrugs. “I start that new gig tonight, and I’m nervous. I want to make a good impression. No,” she frowns. “I need to make a good impression. I can’t afford to lose another job.”
“Don’t worry, Elle. You’ll do great. Did you practice walking in your heels this week?”
“Every day,” she sighs and shakes her head. “I’m going to make a fool out of myself, aren’t I?”
“Well, think about it like this. It can’t go any worse than that time you spilled wine down the governor’s suit, am I right?”
The memory startles a giggle out of Ellie, temporarily chasing away the knots of anxiety in her stomach. “Not that he didn’t deserve it,” she grins.
Isabel snorts. “Oh, he totally deserved it. If you ask me, you should get a medal of honor for your service to the state. What I wouldn’t give to have been a fly on the wall...”
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“I want to move in with you,” Madeleine announces all of a sudden.
Westley takes a swig of his beer, watching her with steady eyes. After a long pause, he replies, “Well, I suppose I could use a roommate to help out with the rent.”
“A roommate?!” she pouts. “But- I thought-”
“That said,” he cuts her off sharply. “You have to find a job first. I know you need to get away from your parents, and believe me, I understand that sentiment better than you can imagine. However, if you move in, we are going to split the bills 50/50. AND you will sleep in the spare room downstairs.” Noticing the wave of disappointment washing over her face, Westley continues in a softer tone. “I told you, Maddie. We are just friends now. Nothing more.”
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