“And he doesn’t report to you?” Imogen asks.
“No, of course he doesn’t.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Imogen pierces me with her look that says she’s calling me on my shit.
“Because he’s not on my five-year plan!” I huff, throwing my arms in the air and narrowly missing the server and his tray. “Oh, I’m so sorry!”
“S’alright.”
It seems whatever good sense I had, I left with Tag.
Dishes of steaming food are placed in front of us. My stomach rumbles, needing something to go with the gin I’m sipping on.
“Listen, Liv.” Imogen starts grabbing small plates and passes them around as we each help ourselves to the appetizers. “I love you, darling, but to be honest, your five-year plan is boring.”
“No, it’s not. It’s sensible,” I scoff, smushing a bao bun between my fingers and taking a bite. Flavors explode on my tongue as I savor the ginger, pork, and kimchi.
Delicious.
“Find a nice guy. Get married. Have 2.5 kids. Get a dog. Buy a nice flat in the city.” Imogen ticks each one off her fingers. “I get you want stability, but what’s wrong with having some fun?”
“But it’ll throw off my?—”
“Your plan, yes. Make it a ten-year plan. Have something fun to think back on when you’re old. Because this man?” Sienna nods towards Imogen’s phone. “You want to have these memories.”
A shirtless Tag fills the screen. What a shame I didn’t get to lick all those abs of his.
Wait, what? Where did that thought come from?
“Look, Tag and I had fun, but that’s it. It was a fun night. I need to focus on my plan.”
“Make this man your five-minute plan. He is too sexy to leave that many orgasms on the table.”
I choke around the bite I took, trying my best to swallow and suck down deep breaths.
“Imogen!” Sienna scolds. “Let’s leave our poor friend alone. If she doesn’t want to keep seeing Tag, then that’s her decision.”
I dab at the tears gathering in my eyes with my cloth napkin.
“I’m only saying she should have fun,” Imogen defends.
I sip on my drink, letting my throat relax. “But…”
“Liv, let me ask you one question and then we’ll put it to bed. Both of us.” She eyes Imogen, who looks more frustrated than she should considering it’s not her life in question.
“What’s that?”
“Do me a favour. Try to think of a reason to say yes? Just one.”
“Only one?” I mumble.
She nods.
“And you can’t say because of the great sex. We already know this man can make you orgasm.”
“Imogen!” I hiss. “You can’t say these things in public.”
She shrugs. Nothing bothers her.
