They probably thought there was something seriously wrong with me as I’d sprinted out of the room. But I’d had to pee the whole time and was too nervous to ask where the restroom was, so I’d almost peed my pants.

I’d had an interview today for my dream job. I stepped to the side as I waited for my smoothie to be made. Homeless Rutherford and I were not on good terms. But he broke in all the time and liked to lick my freshly delivered pizzas. And if I didn’t figure out something soon, I’d end up like the homeless guy in my apartment. My now-official-ex-husband taking all our assets in the divorce sucked even more. My card cleared and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Please let me have $9.25 left in my account. Why did something so gross cost so much? I pulled out my card and swiped it through the reader, trying not to wince. He shook his head and pointed to the sign behind him.Īll the sass. “$9.25?” The strawberry banana one was only $7. I tried to shake the image of Matthew Caldwell out of my head. God, if I ever saw Matthew Caldwell again, I’d just die. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to me…and I hadn’t even been the one in flames. The shriek of horror out of his perfectly kissable mouth haunted my dreams.

Because I’d set it on fire by accidentally knocking a candle into a saucer of oil and flinging it at his junk. My heart started racing as I pictured Matthew Caldwell’s dick catching fire. It was like it was happening all over again. And now that I was thinking about it, I couldn’t stop. Damn it! I promised myself I’d never think of the incident ever again. That way I couldn’t accidentally set them on fire. I preferred my men at a safe distance anyway. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the name of the smoothie or the look of horror on my face. I’d stopped going on them after…the incident. And the date part of the name made me shiver. I didn’t want buckwheat or hemp anywhere near my mouth. “Could I please have A Date with Buckwheat Hemp?” Ew, what? The name was kind of cute, but the actual smoothie sounded freaking terrible. So I blurted out the first flavor my eyes made contact with. “Any day now, sweetie,” the barista said and put his hand on his hip. And I’d rather drink anything than make someone else feel annoyed waiting. Indecision was the worst when there was a line. I thought I might get emotional today, but I was feeling pretty freaking fantastic. I’d officially signed my divorce papers this morning. But I’d promised myself I’d try a new flavor every time I came here. I stared at the different smoothie flavors. Want a behind-the-scenes look at my journey as an author? The ups, the downs, the movie deals…I’ll share it all!Īnd as a special thank you for joining, you’ll get an exclusive copy of my book, The Society #Tanner.Ĭhapter 10 - Homeless Rutherford Strikes AgainĬhapter 16 - Double, Double, Shower Trouble

The society by ivy smoak