Page 74 of Her Wicked Plan

My head falls back, and the hand holding my phone drops to my lap as I sigh. Standing up, I walk back into the bathroom and shut the door behind me for more privacy.

He’s right. I can’t hide this from him, and if I keep it bottled up, then I’ll explode.

“An incident happened in my office, but it wasn’t sex,” I admit.

“Don’t hold out on me, man! I want all the juicy details.” He smiles, making himself more comfortable on the couch. We were never shy about talking about our sex lives.

“It was a normal session. We were talking about things from her past, but then it flipped around on me. She talked about college and how she missed out, and then I kissed her.”

“Boring!” He cuts me off with a fake yawn. “You already kissed her.”

“I wasn’t done.”

“By all means.” He gestures for me to continue.

“I um... fuck.” I rub my hand along the back of my neck as my face scrunches. “I went down on her.”

“No. Fucking. Way!” A massive grin tugs at his lips, but he doesn’t hide it. Myles isn’t shy about showing off how happy he is for me.

“She didn’t finish because my boss knocked on the door, and thank God he did.” I huff in relief. “It would have escalated into more if he hadn’t.”

Myles's face turns from excitement to confusion in an instant. “But you are going to escalate it to that point, right?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Awe, come on, Leo! I’m living vicariously through you!” He whines in protest.

“Are you having trouble finding someone to sleep with you? That’s a first.”

He scoffs at the ridiculous accusation. “No. I am having no trouble finding a woman to fuck. It so happens that I’m sneaking around with someone from the office.”

“Isn’t the office mostly men.”

“The keyword there, my friend, is mostly. However, I’m man enough to admit that some of my colleagues are good-looking. If I batted for that team, I would have a ton to choose from, but stop turning this around on me. This conversation is supposed to be about you.”

Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “It doesn’t have to be.”

“Knock it off,” he states. “How will you fulfill your needs when you’re locked away in that place? Remember that one time you hadn’t had sex in, like a week, and you got all angry and almost exploded. How the hell do you expect to stay in one piece there?”

“Masturbation.”

“Oh, hell no! We both know that will not do it for you. You need a warm pussy to keep you satisfied.”

“Fuck.” I run my hand along my forehead. I can already feel a headache rushing in.

“The way I see it, you have two options.” He shoves the bag of chips off his lap, surely getting crumbs all over the couch that he may or may not clean up.

Sober Myles would vacuum them up, but drunk Myles? He will go to bed and forget about it. Sitting forward, he brings the phone closer to his face and lowers his voice.

“You can sleep with your patient, sneak around like I am doing with a coworker, or sleep with the hot nurse. The second doesn’t look promising, as you can’t even flirt with her properly.”

“I flirted with her just fine.”

“Did it get your dick wet?” He questions, popping an eyebrow upwards. “What's the issue with sleeping with the first option, other than losing your job?”

I mull over how my continuing things with Veronica could go wrong. “Other than losing my job? Prison, probably.”

“Shit. You could get jail time if they caught you?” The “P” word has Myles all serious. Maybe that realization will sober him up, and he will start making sense.