EYE CANDY - Chapter 4: I Want Candy
Just because someone has a spare key and you know where it is doesn't mean you should use it.
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Once inside, Candy bolted the door and placed her keys and purse and the bottle of Cabernet on the hall table.
A voice spoke out in the darkness. “Hi.”
Candy screamed. She lunged forward and slapped the light switch.
Two men sat on the sofa: Tim and Rory.
“What the hell are you guys doing in my house?”
“We were worried about you,” said Rory. “We wanted to make sure your date went all right. Did it go all right?”
“How the hell did you get in here?”
“We found your key inside the gnome,” replied Tim. “Don’t worry, we replaced it.”
“You guys ever heard of a telephone?”
“I called but you didn’t answer,” said Rory.
“Yes, I know. I turned off my phone. I was on a date.”
“So how did it go? Did it go all right?” asked Rory.
“None of your goddamn business, Rory,” replied Candy. She unbolted the dead bolt and opened the door. “I’d like you both to leave.”
“See?” said Tim, turning to Rory. “I told you she’d throw us out.”
“You’re the one who found the key,” said Rory. He and Tim rose from the sofa and moved toward the door. “Shall we have some hot tea first? You can tell us about your date.”
“Look, Rory, it’s real cute that you guys are so protective over me, but why don’t you call my receptionist in the morning and make an appointment.”
“An appointment? How long have we known each other?”
“About four years, doctor,” replied Candy.
“Doctor? You’ve never called me doctor before.”
“I think it’s best if we keep things professional from now on.”
“I thought we were friends.”
“That was before I came home and found that you’d broken into my house. Good night.”
“Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?” Rory asked.
“I said good night.” She held the door wide.
Rory stepped through the door, followed by Tim. Tim paused and turned to Candy. “My annual Fourth of July Fireworks Extravaganza is next week. I hope you still want to come.”
“I’ll try to stop by.”
“Great. I’ll tell Maggs.” Tim smiled and followed Rory down the stairs.
Rory looked over his shoulder in time to see Candy snatch up the gnome and take it inside.
The door slammed shut.
Tim and Rory walked across the street and climbed into Rory’s mantis-green Lamborghini electric roadster.
“I cannot believe you did that,” said Tim. “I cannot believe you hit on her.”
“I asked her to dinner.”
“That’s called hitting on her.”
“I think I’m falling for her.”
“Like hell you are.”
“I can’t stop thinking about her.”
“Forget it.”
“I don’t want to forget it.”
“You must.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
Tim sighed. “Look. You’re young, good looking, and rich. You can have any woman in the world. So pick one and get on with it.”
“I want Candy.”
“Then you’re in for a lot of heartache because apparently she is the one woman you can’t have.”
“What if she were to choose me?”
Tim stared out the window and did not reply.
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