Babysit?
I can’t believe how far off the mark she is.
“So, where are you gonna go?” one of the women asks.
“I don’t know yet, but I’ll figure something out. There’s got to be a cheap hostel or motel somewhere. God knows that’s all I can afford.”
“I’ll send you money. I just got paid.”
“No, I’ll manage. Thank you, though.” Iris wipes her eyes. “I should go before Roman gets back. I want to be dressed and ready to say a quick goodbye as soon he gets here. Thank you both for telling me about the video so I didn’t have to cry all by myself.”
“We’re so sorry this happened,” one of her friends coos. “We love you so much.”
“I love you, too.”
“Stay off the internet this week!” the second woman calls out. “Get out there and have fun. Explore the island. Read lots of books. Take lots of naps.”
“I vote she finds another hot stranger to rail her and scramble her insides.”
My body zings with jealousy.Hell to the fucking no.
“I promise I’ll have as much fun as I can this week,” Iris replies. “But I’m not going to have sex with anyone else. Especially not now that I know amazing sex is rare. I’m hereby officially swearing off men for a long while.”
“I didn’t mean to imply Roman is your only shot at having amazing sex in your entire lifetime,” one of the women says. “Look, I know you think Roman is some kind of peerless sex god among men, but since you only have Brandon to compare him to, how would you know that? Brandon set the bar really low, honey. Once you start having sex with more and more people, maybe you’ll find out sex with Roman was only mediocre.”
Excuse me?
“No, Roman’s a legit sex god,” Iris insists. “I don’t need a basis of comparison to know that. All I need to know is he’s the most gorgeous, charming man I’ve ever met, and I hadthreeorgasms with him.”
“Three?” both women simultaneously bellow.
“Okay, yeah, he’s definitely a sex god,” one of them quickly adds.
Thank you. Fucking hell.
Iris gasps. “Oh! I just remembered I have all those prepaid vouchers for ‘adventures for two’ for the week. I can do all that fun stuff by myself!”
Her friends react with enthusiasm.
“Thanks for the pep talk, ladies,” Iris says. “I’d better get going before Roman gets back.”
As Iris says her final goodbyes, I creep to the front door, open and close it loudly, and then stride into the room, breathing hard like I just finished my run mere minutes ago.
“Stay off the internet this entire week!” one of Iris’s friends shouts, just as I appear in the living room.
Iris sees me and flushes. “Okay, bye for now.” She abruptly ends the call and greets me with a bright smile. “Hey there! How was your run?”
“Good.” I sit next to her. “Did you see the food I left for you?”
“I ate every bit of it. Thank you. I was famished.”
“You slept a long time. How do you feel?”
“Like new. Thank you for letting me sleep. Sorry it was for so long.”
“I’m glad you got what you needed.” I motion to her phone. “Who were you talking to?”
“My best friends.” She shifts in her seat. “They, uh, know our other friend, the one who canceled on me this week, so they wanted to make sure I’m doing okay here all by myself.”
