Really? Better than sex with Evan?
La la la can’t hear you!
“Come!” Amy said, gesturing grandly. “Dine with us.”
“Oh, I’m sure she’s already satiated,” Brea said then started giggling.
“Oh no,” I groaned then went tomato-sauce red. “You didn’t!”
Brea shook with laughter. “I didn’t see anything, promise! I went back to grab my pincushion that I forgot and saw you going into the back room together. I wasn’t sure, but you just confirmed it.”
“Sex in a storage closet. That’s super hot, Ivy!” Grace said, pouring me a glass of wine.
“Did you actually do the full deed?” Amy asked.
“No, we barely did anything, and we won’t,” I said, angrily eating a slice of sausage pizza. I chewed and swallowed. “Evan does not want a relationship with ‘strings.’” I made air quote marks.
“So he doesn’t want a relationship,” Sophie said, “he wants a fuck buddy. Sounds like a real catch.”
“I mean,” Elsie said thoughtfully, peeling a piece off of a garlic knot soaked with butter and dusted with parmesan cheese, “maybe that’s actually for the best.”
“I thought you were one of the main advocates of me not having anything to do with Evan,” I countered.
“I still don’t think you should enter into a relationship with him. People would talk. But if it’s just a little stress relief, well, it’s not like he’s taking you to a company function and showing you off. It’s more of an affair in secret.”
“It’s not an affair,” Amy countered. “No one’s cheating. Evan isn’t in a relationship, and he’s clearly not getting back together with Camilla. It’s just a hookup. It’s friends with benefits.”
“You guys are friends?” Brea asked me.
“No, of course not!” I retorted. “I don’t even like him. Besides, he hates weddings. We would never work out.”
“Of course not!” Elsie said, putting another slice of pizza on my plate.
“Maybe I should start thinking about dating?” I said, picking it up.
“Evan?” Grace asked.
“No, just generally. I’m getting up there in age.”
“You? You’re not even thirty,” Elsie scoffed.
“My mother had a fifteen-year-old by the time she was my age,” I countered.
“And look where that got her.”
“You’re still young; you should have wild sex that you can tell people about when you’re old and frail,” Grace insisted.
“I don’t know if Evan’s even going to want wild sex. I rebuffed him earlier.”
“Playing hard to get!” Amy fist-bumped me. “That drives guys crazy.”
“He could have anyone he wants,” I said into my wine glass.
“Yes, but he can’t have you easily, which is why he’s fixated on you. Once you guys do it a few times, Evan will lose interest,” Elsie said.
But that was the problem, I thought. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to lose interest in me.
“You just have to let him know you have the hots for him,” Brea said confidently.
