“How?”
“I’ll figure it out.” I bend forward, enunciating each word. “But that asshole destroyed my life and took off for his next orgy without blinking an eye and I’m not okay with that.”
“Fucker.”
“I’ll come up with a plan when I get there.”
“I wish I could come with.”
“I know, Gigi.”
She breathes out a long, audible breath. “Just don’t make things worse for yourself, okay?”
“I won’t. This isn’t about revenge.”
“You sure?”
“This is forme. I need to confront him, that’s all. I need resolution.”
Now, she’s tilting her head back and forth, considering. “Okay. Okay. I get that.”
“I just want onereal, honest conversation, you know? One face to face. One chance for him to…to…to get howbadlyhe’s fucked me over. You know?”
“I do. I know, Tee. Okay. Let me book you a hotel.” Louder now, she says, “Give me a minute and I’ll find you a store, too.”
“A store?”
“Do you happen to have kink-friendly clothing in your suitcase?”
I look at the seat beside me. “I don’t even have my suitcase.”
“Girl.” She pulls her laptop up, opens it, and types away. “Okay, I’ve got your location. Now…we can get you a Hilton…Um, ha. Just kidding. Days Inn.”
“Whatever.”
“Ooooh, check out The Secret Box, two towns over. Featuring sex toys and clothing and…” She ignores my groan. “You’ve got a Target, too. You’ll want some regular clothes. Shoes. Sex shoes and I don’t know, flip-flops for showering? Are the showers communal? Sneakers, for when you’re not, you know, kinking it up.”
“I’m not staying there. I just need an outfit. One.”
“Oooooh, yeah. A really good outfit.” She bites her lip, typing like a demon. “Ayou-screwed-me-so-I’m-gonna-make-you-regret-it-foreveroutfit. The outfit he will forever remember you in.”
“Listen…”
“Links are sent. I’ll call the sex shop in the morning and brief them on what you need. And I’ll place a Target order for pick-up. You need body wash and razors and underwear. Oh, and condoms, in case—”
“I’m not going there to get my rocks off. Just because he ignored the stipulations in our contract doesn’t mean I plan to. You know what, Gigi, I’ll figure it out.”
“Have you done this before? Purchased a sex-camp appropriate wardrobe?”
“No, but you’ve got better things to do than—”
“Not really. Besides, I’m not doing it just for you. I’m doing it for all of womankind.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Are you pissed?”
I breathe deep, letting the anger sear the inside of my lungs. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
