He sent back two words:
Show me.
So I dimmed the lights, grabbed my favourite vibrator and recorded the best solo performance of my life. And I once played Carnegie Hall.
Jake scored two tries in South Africa and swore it was because of me.
I think I might have a boyfriend.
A handsome, sweet, funny boyfriend who screws like Satan, and isfromPukekohe. Lord knows what my parents are going to say…
“Heya.” Cece’s voice snaps me out of my trance.
“Hi!” I say, way too loud. “How are you?”
“Great.”
She’s not. She’s been running on fumes post-Lisa. I don’t think she’s slept properly in days.
“How’s things?” I ask.
“Good,” she says with a beatific smile. “I’ve been DMing Will.”
Shit.“That’s great! Like… a lot?”
Cece nods, and I can’t tell if it’s lust or exhaustion making her eyes glow. But the woman looks insane.
“Why don’t you go take a nap? Cam’s here and I can help out if it gets busy.”
“No, I’m fine. I actually wanted to talk to you about the accommodation for the reunion.” She flashes me a nervous smile. “Are you still okay to cover it?”
I hesitate. Not because of the money. I’d pay for us to stay at a five-star hotel if Pukekohe had one. It’s the reunion itself I’m having second thoughts about. Well, I’m not so much ‘having them,’ as ‘receiving them,’ but I can’tdeny the appeal. After Jake finished…praisingmy cam-girl vid, he called, and we had a long rambling chat about nothing. In the end, he said we should go away together.
“Rotorua’s always nice and I’ve got some time off after this game. How’s next weekend? I could get us a place.”
“What are we supposed to do in Rotorua?” I asked. “Hunt boar?”
“Swim. Drink. Fuck each other senseless.”
“Well, that’s quite the offer…” I check the calendar on my phone. “Dude, that’s the weekend of the reunion!”
“I know.”
“Jake, I can’t bail on that.”
A short pause. “Because of your plans?”
“No. Well, kind of. But I also promised to be Cece’s wingman.”
“I have complete faith she’ll be able to smash Will on her own.”
“That’s not the point.”
He sighed. “You don’t actually wanna go to the reunion, do you?”
The question, asked at point-blank range, shocked the truth out of me. “Of course not. I think it’s going to be a shitshow.”
“Good. Then let’s fuck it off and run away together.”
