“Caught him in the act.”
“What an idiot.”
“Right?” She chuckles. “Funny thing was, I stopped over to visit. His roommate opened the door and told me Marcus was in his room. I walked inside and down the hall. I didn’t even bother knocking.” She lifts her shoulders. “Why would I?”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Right. Anyway, he was lying there getting his knob polished by some skank in a red bra and purple undies.” Deena visibly shivers. “They didn’t even match.”
I’d like to laugh at that, but she’s completely serious. Worse than her boyfriend getting a blow job? The woman wasn’t wearing matching lingerie. “Then what happened?” Because I know something else happened.
“He saw me; he looked shocked. Then he started in with the ‘this isn’t what it looks like’ shit.”
“No.” I sound shocked because that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Who says something like that at a time like that?
“Yes. He did.” She sighs. “So, I just held up my hand to stop him and said, ‘I’ve been trying to figure out a way to let you down easy, but you did it for me.Byeeeee.’ And then, I turned and walked out, leaving his door wide open.”
“Wow.” She’s seriously my hero.
She’s not finished though. “Funny thing happened on the way out, though.”
“Did he chase you down naked?”
“No.” She taps her chin. “His roommate was waiting by the front door.”
“He knew what you were walking into?”
“Probably. But that’s not the weird part. He handed me his digits and said, ‘Call me when you’re ready.’”
“What’d you say?”
“I asked him, ‘Ready for what?’”
I repeat. She’s my hero. “What’d he say?”
“He said, in a very deep voice, ‘Forme.’”
“Oh. My. God.” I practically squeak. I’m starting to sound like her. “That was hot.”
“Right? And let me tell you. His roommate isnotugly. I’d go so far as to say he’s almost as hot as Lucky.” She winks. “Almost.”
“What are you going to do? Are you going to call him?”
“Not sure.” Deena starts playing with her hair. “It’s odd though. I think I talked to Blaze more than I did Marcus. We’d hang out while I waited for the dipshit to get home. He’s cool. Funny. And like I said, smokin’ hot.”
“Blaze?”
“Nickname. His last name is something like Blazek.”
“As in Theo Blazek, the quarterback of the U of I football team?”
She shrugs. “No idea.” And oddly enough, I believe her. “After my round with the hockey guy, jocks haven’t been on my radar. Too self-absorbed.”
“You should call him.”
“I’m not ready for another relationship. I’m going to the party at the clubhouse this weekend to find a hookup. That’s all I need for now. You’re going with me, right?”
“Oh. Well….” I’d forgotten about that.
