Iris exhales. “It doesn’t matter. Identifying whoever posted it won’t put the genie back in the bottle, unfortunately.”
“I’m so sorry this is happening to you, honey.”
Iris sniffles. “It’s okay. At least I’m not Mrs. Gladstone right now. I’m trying really hard to focus on that silver lining.”
“Another silver lining?” one of the women says. “You finally got to experience amazing sex for the first time. Kudos to you, Iris. Your manifestation worked like a charm.”
Iris scoffs again. “If I manifested Roman, then why didn’t I think to manifest that video not existing, too? Damn it! I can’t let Roman see that stupid thing. Everything that happened between us unfolded in such a genuine, organic way yesterday, but that video makes it seem like I’m some kind of horny, homicidal maniac who landed in Kauai and immediately set off to find a random hot guy to rail me.”
“He wouldn’t think that. But if he did, why would he care, since he got some fantastic, meaningless sex out of the situation?”
I bristle at Iris’s friend’s word choice. Rationally, “meaningless” is an accurate descriptor for the sex thattranspired last night, I suppose, and yet my body is reacting like it’s been gravely insulted.
One of the women asks, “What’s his last name? I’ll google him.”
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask.”
“What?Rookie move, Iris.”
“Because I’m a rookie!”
The women on the call crack up at Iris’s comedic delivery, as I burst out laughing, too, without meaning to do it; but luckily, the sound of my laughter is drowned out by all three women cackling like hyenas together.
“When Roman comes back, ask if you can stay another night,” one of the women says. “From what you’ve described, one night isn’t nearly enough with a man like that.”
“I can’t do that, Kaylee.”
“Why not? You need a place to stay, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind another night of fantastic sex.”
“Fantastic sex is par for the course for a guy like him. He can get it anywhere, any time. He doesn’t need lil’ ol’ me for that.”
No, sweetheart. The firestorm that practically burned down this bungalow last night is the rare exception, not the rule, even for a guy like me.
“Girl, no,” the same woman replies. “No matter how hot he is, scorching-hot sex like what you’ve described doesn’t come along very often for anybody.”
Ain’t that the truth.
The other woman agrees. “Kaylee’s right. I’m sorry to tell you this, but amazing sex is hard to come by, especially with someone who’s also capable of carrying on an interesting conversation like Roman.”
“Well, crap,” Iris says. “That’s terrible news. Now that I’ve finally experienced great sex for the first time, I don’t think I can go back to living without it.”
“So, ask to stay another night. Or, hell, for the whole week.”
“I can’t do that. At least, not without showing him the video first, which I’m not willing to do.”
“Why would you have to show him the video to stay another night and fuck his brains out?”
“What if we go outside at some point—say, to the breakfast buffet at the hotel—and someone recognizes me? If they see Roman with me, they’ll think he’s the random, hot stranger I enlisted to have sex with me.”
“Who cares if they do?”
“Roman might care.”
The friend chuckles. “You’re overthinking this, honey. Just ask to stay for the week, and then hunker down with him in the bungalow the whole time and enjoy an epic sex-fest.”
Iris snorts. “I didn’t fly all the way here to stay inside the whole time. Not even for amazing sex. Also, Roman’s so nice, he’d say yes to me out of sheer pity, and I don’t want to put him in that position. He’s on vacation; he doesn’t need to babysit some heartbroken runaway bride when he could be off having fun in paradise.”
Pity?
