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“He’s cool. And this is getting old fast, no offense.”
She glares at me, red lips pursed. Her dark hair is down tonight, one side swept back and held in place with a bejeweled comb that looks ancient and priceless, though she wears it without a care in the world. “If you want to be entertained, you could try telling me what you actually like.”
I actually like living without guardrails and not being forced into an arranged marriage, but as that’s not an option, I go with, “I like meeting new people. Trying new things. When was the last time you were south of Midtown?”
“I shop in SoHo all the time.”
“Well, it’s been awhile for me.”
“I could take you shopping if you have such a strong desire to break loose of upper Manhattan.”
“It’s not just that,” I tell her, leaning back in my chair and swirling the half-empty glass of Cabernet in my hand. We’ve talked about a lot over these performative dinners, so Elodie is well aware that no one in my friend group is speaking to me. I’m hoping once the engagement gets announced things will snap back to normal, but then I remember there won’t be anything normal about being engaged to Elodie.
“Ollie, I know you’re lonely, but a double date with the doorman? Come on.”
“He’s a doorman, not a criminal. So he has to work for a living, Jesus. So does your daddy.”
She stiffens. Rich people, especially those of us that come from old money, don’t like to be called out on being elitist. “Fine. I’m just surprised you would want to. I’ve got no problem with what he does for a living.”
See?
She daintily takes a sip of her Pinot Grigio and sets it back down on the table. “Tomorrow night, you said?”
I nod.
“It sounds fun. Will you pick me up?”
“Sure.” I give her a grudging smile. I wouldn’t say I’m excited to see Drew and meet his “cool” girlfriend at an undisclosed location, but I am intrigued, and it’s better than going two days without seeing him. Fuck, I’m going to miss him in the morning, aren’t I?
I sigh, taking a large drink of wine.
“How’d you get to know your doorman, anyway? This is the hot nighttime one, right?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Just here and there.”
“Have you met his girlfriend?” she asks.
“No.”
“So, how’d you guys start talking?”
“I don’t know. He brings up my packages sometimes, and we just started…chatting.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen him come up a couple times.”
“Right.” Forgot about that.
“So, what should I wear?”
“I’m sure it won’t be dressy,” I say, but I’m wondering the same thing. My black cashmere turtleneck maybe? Jeans? People wear jeans in the Villages, right? I check my phone to see there’s still no text.
Weird that I’ve swallowed his cock a dozen times and don’t have his number.
Oh man, just the thought of his cock…
I’m stiffening in my slacks, and my mouth waters. I am a bitch in heat. Fuck, does he have to go home this morning?
Our entrées arrive, and my stomach rumbles, distracting my growing erection for the moment. Sitting up, I inhale the fresh, steamed seafood, the herbed creme sauce and the citrusy top notes. Ninety percent of the time, Elodie and I order the same thing. I don’t know if it’s because we have the same tastes, or if it’s because she’s too lazy to peruse the menu because she’s not that picky. Honestly, aside from her numerous kinks and fetishes, she’s pretty low maintenance for a spoiled socialite. The same could likely not be said about me.
