“Are you seeing someone?” he asked incredulously. “First Sean and now you.”
“Could be.”
“If you do bring a plus one, you’re going to have to prepare him. You know our clique can be a little…intense.”
“You mean raunchy, outrageous, and over the top?” I bit back, in total agreement. “Who said straight men were uncouth and uncivilized?”
“Yeah, we fit all those words. Anyway, Hole in the Wall at eight. Be there or be square.”
“What does that even mean, anyway?”
“No clue. I just know if you’re not there, you’ll be square.”
He hung up and I leaned into my comfy office chair. I’d missed the last two times the boys had gotten together so I was kind of obligated to attend this round. I recalled Jake and I making plans to do a bar crawl and wondered if he’d be into it. Seeing that it was nearly noon, I hopped into action and made my way to the market.
I sported a grin as I walked into the store. I immediately spotted Jake stacking some sort of gourd next to a bin of cucumbers. He was blushing, his cheeks mottled as if he was thinking about our talk. He had no idea how sexy he was and his embarrassment about using produce to pleasure himself was adorable. He noticed me and fumbled a gourd, catching it before it could hit the ground. I had to admit the effect I had on him stroked my ego. I was flying high, the world was at my feet, and it was all because of my shy and sweet baby boy.
His smile was radiant. “Hello.”
“Good afternoon,” I said. “Looks like you’ve perfected the art of cucumber wrangling.”
“Please, don’t say that word.”
“Cucumber?”
“Ugh.” He leaned in and whispered, “Thanks to you I can’t stop thinking about cucumbers as anything other than nature’s dildos now. I even had a bizarre dream–No, wait! Forget I mentioned that. I’m not telling you.”
“Too late. You eluded. Now you have to. It’s in the rules.”
“Says who?” he scoffed and set the gourd on top of the pile.
“The rules.”
“The rules say those are the rules?”
“Mhm,” I purred and scanned my eyes over his body. His plain uniform didn’t do him justice. My lips tingled as if remembering the taste and feel of his skin. I was looking forward to getting him naked again.
“Well, you’ll have to wait until later,” he said.
“Why?”
“I’m not telling you about my erotic dream in the middle of the produce aisle.”
“I thought you said you coordinated your schedule so that we could have lunch together?”
His cheeks rose. “Lunch, yes. Dirty talk, no.”
“Fine. Save it for later. It’s probably better that way.” I leaned closer and said quietly, “Tonight you can tell me all about it. Maybe even act it out.”
He pulled his lip between his teeth in an effort to hide his smile. “Let me finish up and I’ll be right out.”
“Alright.”
When he was done in the back, he joined me at a table. We each chose a filet of salmon and although I was hungry, my attention was on him.
“I was wondering if you might like to meet some friends of mine, tonight,” I started. “Jank called me this morning and asked If I wanted to tag along. We get together every now and then for drinks. You don’t have to. I can let him know I’m not coming.”
He frowned. “No. Don’t cancel for me. Who is Jank?”
