The Perfect Roommate by Minka Kent Read Online (FREE)
Exhaling, I’m blanketed in relief. “I didn’t want to be rude earlier.”
She waves her hand, dismissing my sentiment. “So not a big deal.”
A minute later the server stops by to grab our orders, and Tessa requests three mizuwari martinis before I can protest that I don’t drink and if I did, I certainly wouldn’t order a cocktail that costs a ridiculous fourteen dollars a glass.
“How long have you and Lauren known each other?” I ask when Lauren returns. Can’t help but feel I’m letting my guard down, if only by an inch. But it’s for the greater good. This entire arrangement is going to be easier if I like them and they like me—if only on a basic acquaintance kind of level.
They exchange looks, like they’re trying to communicate telepathically.
“Since freshman year, I think?” Lauren answers first.
“Sophomore,” Tessa corrects her. “We met at Anthro. The store, not the class. I was working. She was shopping. Story of my life.”
“Oh, stop.” Lauren swipes at Tessa’s shoulder and they laugh. “You worked there maybe three months.” She turns to me. “Then she met Rich, her sugar daddy.”
Tessa’s jaw hangs and she faces me. “She’s messing with you. I don’t have a sugar daddy.”
I don’t know whether to laugh with them or sit here in silence until I determine where the hell this conversation is going. From the sound of it, I’d say there’s some kind of inside joke happening that I’m obviously not a part of, which would make it even more awkward if I were to play along and pretend I find any of this amusing.
“My dad invented this app,” she says, rolling her eyes like she’s told the story a million times. “Sold it to Google a few years ago.”
So that explains the flashy red Mercedes. Her family is stupid loaded. New money types.
Reaching for my water, I smile and nod and sip because I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. Congratulations on being set for life? Nice? Cool? Good for you?
“It’s the neatest story. Tell her, Tessa,” Lauren says, nudging her friend. She turns to me. “It’s so inspiring.”
“My dad had lost his job a few years before that,” she says. “He worked in IT at this call center and all their jobs were shipped overseas completely out of the blue. Our town is literally in Middle of Nowhere, South Dakota, and the best work he could find was the local lube and filter connected to the Conoco in the next town over. No one else would take him. Said he was too overqualified or some shit. Anyway, every night, he’d come home and teach himself coding. After a while, he built this app … someone at Google caught wind of it and made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. He’s been spoiling us rotten ever since.”
“Aw,” I say, looking at Tessa in a completely new light. She isn’t some silver-spooned princess. She’s someone I might actually be able to respect, even if I am the tiniest bit envious of her Cinderella story.