Then they rolled.
Chapter 8
Becca
“I thought you were off men?” Becca’s friend, Kellie, brought her a cup of peppermint tea.
Becca’s last boyfriend had left her for someone easier to talk to.
Seriously, that’s what he said. To hislicensed therapist,now ex-girlfriend.
That he’d left wasn’t entirely unexpected. That he’d said that tidbit as a parting shot? Well, that sucked donkey balls.
She’d decided immediately to go on a diet from men. Then she’d decided to go on a diet from life.
“Officially, yes. But...” Becca curled up on her futon in the Dimefront tee Linx had loaned her, and her comfiest Lululemon yoga pants, with a blanket tucked around her. Since she hadn’t blow dried her hair that morning at his place, she tied it into a messy bun at the crown of her head.
“This should be good.” Kellie settled in her spot on the carpet since Becca was short on furniture.
She loved her little nook above the garage. What it lacked in amenities—all amenities, really—it made up for in soul. Bright colors where nothing matched and a warmth that seeped in the atmosphere, even when no one was around. She loved the place. At least, she loved it until she slept on a mattress that made her reconsider how awesome it was to not have any responsibility if it came with that kind of sleep. And Linx.
If responsibility came with that mattress, it would be totally fine if her stress levels tipped to a five.
If responsibility came with Linx? She shook her head. Yeah. She wasn’t thinking about that. What she would think about however—
“I’m going to have sex.” She’d decided this around the time Linx’s mouth met hers in his kitchen. “With Linx,” she clarified.
After all, she may have been an award-winning counselor, but he was an award-winning player. She meant that in all ways. Not just women. He played all the instruments—keyboard, drums, guitar, probably even a ukulele, if rumors were true.
“Is the sex thing because you like his mattress?” Sadie asked. “Or because you helped him walk his cat?”
Neither. “It’s because I’m on holiday, and an illicit affair is exactly what I need. No promises for the future. Absolutely no emotional growth. Milkshakes, cat walks, and just...fun.” Also, hopefully, lots of orgasms. She didn’t need to share that part with her friends. It was implied.
“Does he know this?” Their friend, Marlee, asked as she dished up some kind of homemade cherry danish her chef husband had made. She had to use paper plates. Becca hadn’t bought real plates, since she never ate there anyway.
Becca shrugged. “Not yet. I’m trying to figure out the best way to approach this thing.”
Marlee scrunched up her face. “Did he even use his tongue? Maybe you need to be clearer about what you want?”
“There was tongue.” Oh boy, was there.
“What happened next?” Marlee asked, handing out plates.
“Nothing. I was into it. He seemed into it. I figured we’d move to the heavy groping stage, but he pulled away.” That’s why Becca had called an emergency group meeting of her best girlfriends. “He probably stopped because he wanted to talk about his childhood.”
Linx acted like he wanted to take things further with her. And then, when she’d finally made herself available to him…nothing. He’d loaded her up in his Porsche and dropped her at home. Told her to text when she was ready for a ride. And he did not mean the kind of ride she’d been ready for that morning.
Nonetheless, the ride thing led to where she did, in fact, have Linx’s cell number tucked safely in her phone. She got the vibe that he wanted her to call and talk.
She didn’t want to call and talk. She wanted to call, meet up, and dootherthings.
“‘Kay.” Kellie sat tall. “Here’s what we’re going to do.”
Becca widened her eyes and waited.
“You work tonight, right?” Kellie asked, splaying her hands along the edge of the futon.
Becca nodded.
