That’s it.
I frown and take a gulp of wine. Chloe always has good and expensive stuff.
“Unfortunately.”
“Why is it unfortunate? Jason looks like he’s always down to play.”
“With other women,” I grumble. “Jason is a one and done kind of guy. He got it right the first time. He has no obligation to have sex with me again.”
“But, you have to take him to a football game now, right?”
“Ugh. Don’t remind me.”
“Girl. Hang out with your uncle and have some free food and drinks. Make sure your phone is charged and text me if you need to. Or, you can take that time to entice the sexy bartender into another round.”
I roll to my side to face her. “I highly doubt it. He has a one time only policy, and I knew that going in.”
Chloe plucks out her cellphone. “This sounds like a job for Postmates. What do you want? Sushi? Indian? Vietnamese? Boba?”
“Mexican. Definitely Mexican. Fajitas, flour tortillas, charro beans, rice, and lots and lots of cheese, chips, and salsa.”
Chloe rolls her eyes. “Fine. Let’s make margaritas!”
“Oh, and guacamole.”
“Geesh. I said let’s eat our feelings not have heart attacks.”
“Just order the food, Chloe,” I say, following her to the kitchen.
I get stuck staring at her huge Christmas tree with the most luminous ornaments and decorations. Her color scheme is cream and gold. My mind returns to yesterday when I wished for orgasms. It technically came true. Jason got me off and has been M.I.A. ever since. I was beginning to look forward to his texts. Now, it’s over and I feel unexpected disappointment.
“Stop trying to count your gifts and get your ass in here, woman.”
I laugh at Chloe’s call from the kitchen. I didn’t notice the presents, but I’ve noticed the radio silence.
Once the food arrives, we talk about any and everything not pertaining to the men or lack of men in our lives. I’m well within my third drink when my phone vibrates.
Jason: We’re not finished.
My body instantly heats as if he’s nearby. I show it to Chloe to make sure I’m hallucinating.
“Ugh. We ‘sad ate’ for no reason!” she complains
“No. It was a good exercise in bonding. Should I respond or leave him on ‘read?’ That’s how you say it, right?” I try to keep up with slang and phrases, but I am not always accurate.
“That phrase is correct. It depends, though.”
“On what?”
“How bad do you want a repeat?”
Chloe laughs when I unlock my screen to respond.
Me: Meaning?
Jason: There are still two chances. I have yet to show you how hard I can make you cum.
I stare at the phone. I don’t have a response.
