“You know exactly what I mean. Get his social security number and run it through the police database. His name as well. At the same time, you should have checked for a criminal record. And if you really wanted to be certain, you should have forced him to show you the balance of his bank account.”
I stared at her incredulously. “Now I know why you rarely go on dates.”
“Bitch.”
“Cunt.” I grinned. “No, I didn’t grill him. He was nice. I do know he has a black credit card. He was intelligent and an above average dresser.”
“So do I. So what? They mean nothing any longer.” She grabbed her phone. “What’s his last name? I can take care of the grilling needs right now.”
My bestie wasn’t kidding me. I placed my hand on her phone, pushing it to the table. “I appreciate the gesture, but I’m a big girl. I think I can weed out a serial killer.”
The haughty look was followed by one of those light bulb moments going off in her head. “You don’t know his last name. Do you?”
“If it makes you feel any better, we’re not going to see each other again. There were no promises made, no phone numbers exchanged.” God knows with the way she was acting, I certainly wasn’t going to confess to giving him a business card. Hell, no. I’d never hear the end of it.
“Let me get this straight. You know nothing about him except a trumped-up first name that could only be provided by parents who were criminals or hated their child. He, on the other hand, knows your first and last name and where you live. Did you give him a key?”
“Stop being melodramatic.” But she did have a point. “He seemed perfectly normal.” My thoughts drifted away from the filthy desires and images I’d enjoyed popping into my mind throughout the last two days to the thumps heard over the music.
I suddenly felt a little creepy, as if I was being watched. Great. Now I was drifting back to past realities instead of gifting myself pleasant afterthoughts from the most incredible sex I’d ever had in my life.
“You of all people should know better than to trust anything, including your own instinct. Criminals are damn good at being manipulators.”
“Then I guess if he had been, I wouldn’t be enjoying my glass of wine on a beautiful evening with my best friend. Now, would I?”
“I don’t know.”
“No, I’d be lying in a morgue somewhere with a toe tag or spending all my free time talking to insurance adjusters about my house being ransacked. He’s not some criminal. Okay? Can we just agree that spending time with him after the horrible incident with Indiana has been good for my psyche?”
The way she wrinkled her nose while rolling her eyes had me wanting to punch her. Playfully.
“It’s not that incident that troubles me.” When I glared at her, she shook her head, throwing up her hands. “Fine, Jose. Maybe you’re right. But you know why I’m a tiny bit overprotective.”
“And I love you for it. I was lucky enough to let my guard down and it was… fabulous. Be happy for me.”
“I am,” Tilly insisted, still frowning. Her mind still spinning. I had a feeling if she learned his last name, she’d run the background check whether I wanted her to or not.
The sinful images returned, although I’d already promised myself that after tonight, they would be placed in a lovely little box in the back of my mind. I could pull them out occasionally when I needed a boost, but life moved on. And I had my share of problems.
“So…” she pushed. “Was he hot?”
“I already told you he was handsome.”
“No, you did not. Give me all the details. What did he look like? Did he still have a full head of hair? Did he have a dad bod or something hotter?”
“Are you suggesting I’m only going to be able to date older men?”
“Well, you aren’t getting any younger.”
“God, you are a bitch.” She could make me laugh like no one else. “Next you’re going to ask me how good he was in bed.”
“Yes, I will. So start talking.”
When I was younger, everything used to make me blush. Hell, even when my father called me his princess my face turned a dark crimson. Once I’d lost the softness in body and spirit, nothing had managed to embarrass me. Now I was hot all over, including between my legs from just thinking about Sin.
“Okay, listen up because you’re only going to hear this once.” I stretched my body across the table, staring my bestie directly in the eyes. “He’s tall, dark, and handsome with the thickest ebony hair. The kind you want to dive your fingers into, twisting and tugging while he fucks you long and hard. He has ice blue eyes that could melt a woman’s heart, piercing while accentuating his dangerous aura. His body isn’t just built for sin. He was created by God himself, the perfect Adam for every woman’s Eve. He was the mold, all other paling against his utter chiseled greatness. And his cock…” I purposely took a sip of wine, making her sick with anticipation given the way she’d berated me. “His cock is, well… The star of a masterclass of hot, wicked sex.”
I purposely sat back, curious as to her reaction.
