“You lie like a rug. Spill.”
“You know it’s a freakish gift you have.”
She smelled the air. “I can smell sex on you a mile and a half away.”
“Weirdo.”
“So you boinked again.”
“Yes, we boinked.”
“Tea girl.”
“Well, I just went over to talk to him. A friendly conversation.”About a sex contract for him and his buddies.“And I must have had a look in my eye or something. Because he told me to sit beside him. He started running his hand up my leg and found out I wasn’t wearing any panties.”
“You hussy.”
“The skirt…”
“Both are valid.”
“Anyway, when I say his eyes lit up… it was like fire. Pure, unadulterated lust. He nearly pushed me out of the seat and said we were leaving. He pulled me into his car. He was feral. Wild. It was erotic.”
“So you ba-doinka-doinked in the back of his car. Poor driver man. I hope he gets paid well.”
“It was amazing.”
“Told you… you needed the dicky dick up in you.”
“You were right.”
“I know.”
“I do have to go, though. I’m at work.”
She mocked my words back to me. “Real quick. I meant to ask earlier. Are we still going dress shopping tonight?”
“We didn’t have plans to go shopping.”
“I know. But I figured if I phrased it that way, you couldn’t say no, because the guilt of forgetting a date with your BFF would be too much to handle.” She threw the back of her palm across her forehead and sighed dramatically.
“You’re too much.”
“But seriously. You’re going out to a gala tomorrow night with McStudmuffin. You know your man is going to look fine as hell. He can wear the newspaper and…” she moaned out. “You have nothing in your wardrobe close to the level he’s going to bring tomorrow.”
I thought about it for a minute and knew she was right and the other part wanted to be a present delivered by Cupid himself to my men.
“You know I’m right.”
“Yes. We can go.” I added quickly, “But it can’t be a late night. I have to get some work done because I’ve been absolutely useless today.” It was a lie. I had to get home and read my smut to prepare for tomorrow night.
“What time do you want to meet?”
“I have a meeting at four, but I can leave after that. Hopefully forty-five after.”
“Or fifteen til? You crack me up. I’ll do some research. Is it themed?”
“Likely. I don’t know.”
