The Diary of Lexi Ashford (Lexi Ashford: Part One) Read Online Free

get there, I fully plan to ask her if I can take her up on the offer she made a few months ago to move into her spare bedroom because she needs the extra cash. I turned her down at the time because it was too far away from work, but now that’s not a problem.
    Look, a silver lining. Score!
    “Sure,” Sophie replies after I call her and ask if she wants to get a pizza and maybe watch Bad Teacher . “I just can’t stay up too late. I have a meeting tomorrow morning.”
    “Who has meetings on a Sunday?” I slip on my jacket, grab my keys, and head for the door.
    “People who want to move up the ladder instead of down,” she says condescendingly.
    “Yeah, yeah, I know. I need to get my shit together.” I don’t take her tone personally. “I’m headed over now. See you in, like, thirty.”
    I’ve known Sophie for almost three years. We met in a bar after both of the people we came with had ditched us for guys. I’ll admit I was a little bit tipsy, which meant I came off more outgoing than I am.
    “Seriously, haven’t they heard of chicks over dicks?” she asked me as we bounced around on the dance floor to the music.
    Both of us sucked at dancing and probably looked like a couple of whacked out bobbleheads, but I was too drunk to care.
    I nodded and then made a toast. “To hell with them. From now on, you and I’ll be besties, and they can go have their hot, sweaty sex.” I made a face as if I detested hot, sweaty sex.
    She moved to clink her glass with mine, but then paused. “Well, I kind of want to have hot, sweaty sex, too, sometimes.”
    “Yeah, me, too.” I paused, lifting my glass again. “To hot, sweaty sex.”
    “Hell, yeah!” some guy beside me said, fist pumping the air.
    I knocked back my drink and glanced around the bar. When I spotted a very in shape guy with gorgeous blue eyes chilling at the bar with his a-little-on-the-gangly-side friend, an idea struck me.
    “I have an idea,” I said to Sophia. “We could be each other’s wingman.”
    When confusion masked her bleary eyes, I explained how I wanted her to be my wingman so I could go hit on Pretty Blue Eyes at the bar. She could talk to his friend, and in exchange, next weekend, I would do the same for her.
    “Fine, but you owe me.” She tripped in her heels as she spun around and marched for the bar.
    By the time we made it to Pretty Blue Eyes, though, he had a curvy blonde in his lap. Sophie, who had just downed her six shot, took it offensively, like he had somehow been cheating on me, and threw her drink in his face. He jumped to his feet, nearly dumping the blonde on the floor.
    “What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, his jaw nearly hanging to the floor.
    “What’s wrong with me is guys like you always hitting on cliché women. When you want a real woman, call me.” Then she smacked his ass, linked arms with me, and hauled me out of the bar.
    “Holy crap, I can’t believe you just did that,” I muttered as we reached the corner of the street.
    “Yeah, me, either,” she replied, pressing her hand to her forehead. “That was so unlike me. I’m blaming it on the alcohol and my ex, the bastard. He’s got my head all messed up.”
    “It was kind of funny.” I grinned as I replayed the look on his face when she slapped his ass.
    She lowered her hand from her face. “The look on his face was priceless.”
    “And at least you made an impression. He probably gets hit on all the time, but he’ll never forget the crazy girl who threw her drink on him and slapped his ass really, really hard.”
    “Was it that hard?”
    “I think the whole bar heard it.”
    She shrugged. “I think he clenched, though, so maybe that softened the blow.”
    We traded a look and then busted up laughing so hard I peed my pants a little bit.
    After that, we became best friends. And, oddly enough, Sophie ran into Pretty Blue Eyes, whose real name is Flynn, a few months later, and the two have been dating ever since.
    When I step outside