Do you even know Spanish?

Once we gave our orders and the waiter collected our menus, Netarute and Mira bust out into laughter, and I think I could have seen a corner of Copias' lips turn upwards.

The conversation went into a lull once the food arrived, but there was Copia was staring at me again. What could she possibly be doing? What she trying to set up an elaborate plan to eliminate me from this house? It sounded like something she would do.

But I'd prefer to go straight for the idea where she thinks I'm too attractive to keep her eyes off of me. I raised my eyebrows and tiled my head tot he right. Pursing my lips I groped my breasts twice to see if there was any reaction.

She sneered at me turning her head to Neta again. I pulled my shirt up and turned to Mira. Being overly lovey dovey to her. Willing myself to ignore this person who wants to run me out after 3 seconds.

Things were starting to come together. My theory is that Copia is one of those man hating lesbians who also hated any female who dared look at a real penis. I couldn't help it that I was bi-sexual.

It has worked out well for me in most situations. But fear doesn't give Copia the right to invalidate me as a human being. Brunch was insulting to saw the least. Copia was not as bad as she was in the car, but she was being passive aggressive rude. She was pretending I wasn't there for most of it.

So I talked to Mira for the most part, pestering her about the kinds of clients she has. Who were her favorite and least favorite? Would she ever to animal massage? I squealed with her when she said she would and told her she had to bring me with her if she ever got the chance. Then we talked about plans form next week.

Netarute went first, then Mira, then me.

"I have a meeting with Giovanni in Wuthering suites for a meeting about shoot with birds. I and supposed to be fully nude and painted as if I were a bird-"

"Katiyah, do you speak Spanish?" Copia interrupted.

I rolled my eyes over to Copia, looking her face smiling like the Cheshire cat completely innocent but it hiding a rat in the back of its throat,

"One you just cut me off. Rude. and two do you know how random of a question that is?" What I didn't say was, 'it almost sounds as if your going to be more rude to me in a different language, do you really want to be known as the most disrespectful person in California. Its not a good look.

"I'm sorry, how rude of me. I am just trying to look out for you though If there's one thing you should know in L.A., its Spanish."

"Well I'll see if I have time for the Duolingo app in my life. Since your being so gracious and care about my safety as a monolingual speaker."

"No perteneces aquí, conoce tu lugar." (You don't belong here, know your place.)

My eyes widened for a second. "What did you just say?"

"I said 'I'll help you while your here, any time.' in Spanish," Copia replied with a teeth revealing smirk.

I turned to Netarute for help, but she never got any words out. Her bottom lip trembled in shock and indecision flashed through her eyes as she glanced from me to Copia. I clenched my fists. Heat filled my belly and a roar of anger filled my head, and so I acted on it.

I dropped the fork I was holding and it clattered to the plate, then I grabbed a napkin and threw it in the middle of table sitting up, Meeting all their eyes, and pointing one finger at Copia, I said, "are you feeling lonely from the lack of attention Copia, or have fumes gone into your head" And I walked away.

I left the table seething, the anger felt like a weight on my chest that left me seething in short spurt. I frowned looking for a place to cool off. The I saw the sign for the bathroom, cold water. I nodded and resigned into the bathroom. What the fuck is Copia doing?

I turned on the focus and ran my hands through the cold water and patted my cheeks and forehead with the fluid. I have no doubt that she wouldn't do this to any one else, she just hated me because I am taking the place of her ex girlfriend.

I knew I should have at least visited them so I could see them together, Copia had been distant since the beginning. I should of made them put her on the video chat and get her perspective of the situation.

I was too blinded by the prospect of three women at my beck and call, endless sex, and infinite amount of cuddles. Is it too late to move out? I gripped the tan granite counter that held the sinks, spacing out at the facet.

A minute later Netarute came into the bathroom. "Katiyah," She walked up to the side of me but still allowed me some space." I-I'm sorry for what happened back there. I-"

"Neta I don't need you do apologize fore her actions, she needs to dot hat herself." I loosed my hold of the granite, I wasn't mad at Netarute.

"No Kati I wasn't talking about her, I was talking about myself." She looked down at the gray tiled floor. " I should have stuck up for you. I- I was just so shocked at what Copia had said I couldn't- " She took a breath. "I was speechless."

The silence went on as I gathered myself together. Which allowed Netarute to come up with a witty comment.

With an evil smile, Netarute mention something close to poorly planned murder in my ear. I laughed, shaking my head. Netarute really was a good friend. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," I said, taking my tenth deep breath of the day. Netarute's hand was on my face again, cupping my cheek. She hesitated for a moment then leaned in and kissed me. It was quick, but soft and sweet- just what I needed. She pulled away and looked me in the eye.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Let's go." Netarute took my hand and led me To the car. The bill had already been paid. Netarute and Mira were standing near the car in a conversation of their own. Once we got within ear shot Mira shot up like a beam.

"Kati needs toys," Mira said bluntly.

"What are you talking about?" I was so confused.

"She wants to go to The Pleasure Chest and buy you some toys for the house," Copia sighed. We started walking back towards the valet stand to wait for Copia's car.

"Is The Pleasure Chest a sex shop?" I was a little afraid to hear the answer. Five minutes later we were pulling into the palm tree shrouded parking lot of small black gloss painted erotic boutique - at Noon - on a Sunday.

The second Copia put the Bronco in park, Mira was out of the car, all but running for the front door. I paced myself watching her excited form bound up the steps. Mira and Netarute were already inside and Copia was standing in front of me. I blinked, looking at her, my face blank.

"Let me see your phone," she said.

"Why?"

She swallowed and the sighed, "Because its the polite thing to do."

"Well don't be polite, I'm not used to it."

"Why are you giving such mixed signals?"

"If anyone is giving mixed signals its you." I jabbed a finger into her shoulder, I didn't want to hurt her but I did want her to know I was angry.

"Don't talk to me until you can nip your attitude in the bud. You think you can get rid of me so easily, next time you pull some shit like that you'll be loosing more than just my respect and trust." I sneered and side stepped her making my way into my first erotic California boutique.

This will probably not be my last one either. An arm shot out blocking my path. I backed up a step or two waiting for Cilia to say something.

"They aren't forcing me, I...I am doing this on my own accord." She sounds more sincere. I stuck my hand in my shoulder bag.

"I would love to get on the right foot with you but the more you push me away the harder it'll be to at least make friends with me."

I said handing her my android as a deal bargain. I waited for a moment while she pressed a few buttons. After a few moments she handed it back to me. The display was open to my contacts box. Copia had entered her named, two phone numbers and her email address.

"Now you can text me whenever you want," she said, handing it back to me.

"You made the deal now don't disappoint them." I grabbed my phone back and strode past her. I bumped into her shoulder. With my head held high I sped calmly into the Pleasure Chest without a look back. I didn't care if she followed.