Grace:Call the police.
Amy:Only if he’s not cute!
Grace:She shouldn’t be obligated to sleep with a strange man just because he’s handsome!
Sophie:It’s not obligation, it’s taking advantage of an opportunity that has presented itself. Besides when was the last time you got laid, Ivy?
Ivy:Too long.
Sophie:See, an opportunity has presented itself.
Ivy:I don’t think I should take advantage of it.
Ivy:It’s Evan, the groom from today.
Elsie:Evan, the obnoxious billionaire whose match made in heaven was one of the worst bridezillas in the history of wedding planning?
Brea:And he’s just in your condo?
Ivy:He’s hiding.
Grace:He’s there to get laid. Men like that think with their dick.
Ivy:I felt bad for him.
Elsie:You need to set boundaries.
Sophie:The only boundary she needs is a condom!
Ivy:I don’t have any.
Ivy:Wait what am I saying, I’m not sleeping with him. I just insulted him and he got mad.
Sophie:Men like that are intrigued by women who are domineering because they’re so used to being catered to.
Sophie:Also I hid condoms under your mattress. You’re welcome!
Grace:She cannot sleep with a client.
Sophie:Former client.
Elsie:Agreed, bad idea.
Ivy:I am not sleeping with Evan Harrington.
I can’t believe my friends, I fumed as I showered.As if I want anything to do with Evan.
I dressed in the tiny bathroom then padded out into the kitchen. The oven was off.
“You just need some food. Everything is more positive with lasagna.”
I peeked into the bedroom.
“This lasagna is good,” Evan told me, shoving another bite into his mouth. He was sprawled on my bed in nothing but a pair of the SpongeBob boxers that I used for sleepwear. They were baggy on me but a little tight on him, giving me a very nice view that I could not fully appreciate because of the almost-empty lasagna pan taking up all of my attention.
“You ate all that?” I shrieked at him.
Evan paused, the fork almost to his mouth. “You said it was for me.”
