Miles stamped punctuation at the end of each staccato word. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him so shocked.
I chuckled and shoved a French fry into my mouth. “Last night’s humiliation was almost worth it, just to see your face look like that.”
“What happened after he realized you had no idea what type of dating site you’d joined?” He paused and shut his eyes. “Wait, no. Tell me how tall he was before you answer that.”
“Pretty tall. I’d guess about six-two, maybe six-three.”
“Yum.” Miles took a deep breath and smiled before opening his eyes again. “Okay, I’m banking that visual for later. Now, tell me how he reacted.”
“Believe it or not, he was actually pretty gracious. He raised his hand to get the bartender and ordered me the drink he’d stopped me from having. Then he apologized, paid the tab, and left. The funniest part was when he was leaving. He took a few steps, stopped, and turnedback to ask, ‘You’rereallya virgin?’ As if the most shocking part of our encounter wasn’t that he was into whatever it was he was into or that I’d had no idea when I joined.Virginwas what he couldn’t get over.”
“I love you, cookie. But youaretwenty-four. Your V-card should be in a museum by now.”
I whipped a fry at him. “I’d rather have my V-card than the frequent-flier pass you have.”
Miles grinned. “Flattery will get you everywhere with me.”
I chuckled. “I was prepared to be disappointed that my date looked nothing like his profile picture. But I wasnotprepared for him being a Dom or whatever.”
“Are you opposed to getting tied up or a little spanking?”
“Honestly, I probably would’ve let this guy do whatever he wanted to me. He wasthatgorgeous.” My belly fluttered just remembering his bright blue eyes and Superman-esque jawline. Though it was more than that, something about the guy just oozed sexy.
Miles gestured to my phone on the table. “Show me a picture of him.”
I called up the app, unsure if I’d still have access to it. Maybe my perfect match had told the gatekeepers I was a virgin and they’d kicked my sad ass off. But Jagger’s face popped up on my screen as soon as the app opened.
Miles swiped my cell from my hands. “Holy shit. He’s freakinghot.”
I leaned forward and stole a fresh glance, then shook my head. “I know. Such a shame.”
“I usually like to be the one in charge, but hell, I’d let this guy whip me and tell me what to do.”
I took my phone back. I wasn’t about to mention it to Miles, but I’d gone back home thinking the same thing lastnight. Hell, I’d almost told the cab driver to turn around more than once. And I’d tossed and turned all night long, feeling hot and bothered by images of Jagger L. putting me on my knees and over his.
Stealing one last look at my phone screen, I sighed before closing the app. “I really wanted to lose my virginity before this painful wedding.”
“I brought the red dress. I still vote you bag the jackrabbit’s brother.”
I wrinkled my nose. “The thought of seeing Brendan’s brother naked makes me ill.”
“Pretty ironic, considering who the jerk is marrying tomorrow, huh?”
I frowned. “He’s getting married, and I can’t even find a one-night stand properly.”
Miles patted my hand. “Of course you can. You could have a one-night stand by walking into any bar or going on any of the normal dating apps. You just decided you needed to finally get laid three days before flying off to New York, and then you happened to pick some weird-ass app.”
“I hate the thought of going to the wedding of the asshole who made me wait all those years while still being a stupid virgin.”
Miles pointed to my phone. “Go on Tinder. Three swipes and you too can be a fornicator.”
I laughed and finished off my lunch. Deep down, I knew Miles was right. It wasn’t hard to find a hook-up. It was my own fault I was still a virgin. After three years in a sexless relationship with holy-roller Brendan, I should’ve gone hog wild when I was finally single. But instead, I’d wallowed and let it become thisthingthat was now bigger than it should’ve been.
“Let’s get out of here,” Miles said. “I want to see your new apartment before we have to get ready for the rehearsal dinner tonight.”
Twenty minutes later, we walked into my doorman-equipped building. Miles whistled as he looked around the modern lobby.
“Fancy. You’re really moving on up in the world.”
