Page 190 of The Doctors Will See You Now

Of course, it didn’t feel all that great right now, knowing I was going to have to deal with the consequences during this meeting—a meeting Pamela had made expressly clear in her email she’d be attending.

But, whatever. I’d try to do better from this point forward and shit. That was really all any of us could do. Right?

I pulled my phone from my pocket and walked a block away from St. Luke’s. I’d just come off of an overnight shift, and I was a little tired, but it wasn’t anything I hadn’t done before.

I put my hand in the air to hail a cab and typed out a quick message to Harlow. It’d only been a month since I’d first met my new favorite woman, and yet, with the way I wanted to integrate her into every aspect of my life, it felt like I’d known her longer.

Me: I have a meeting in an hour at Jane in SoHo. It shouldn’t take more than an hour.

Harlow: Uh… Good for you?

Me: Smartass. Meet me there in two hours, and we can walk around and shop afterward.

Harlow: Why does walk around and shop feel like code for something?

Me: Probably because you’re smart, and you know that I’m not asking you to shop because I like to shop.

Harlow: You’re asking me to shop because you like the sex.

Me: Yes.

I loved the sex, wanted the sex…would even go so far as to say I needed the sex with Harlow. I had a huge knot of tension taking over my body piece by piece, and the kind of orgasm I had with her was the only cure for it. Trust me, I knew. I’d tried jerking off multiple times in between our dalliances without satisfaction.

Harlow: Lucky for you, I like the shopping and the sex. I’ll meet you there in two and A HALF hours. I’m not gonna be dropping in on some stupid medical meeting.

Some stupid medical meeting. I didn’t bother correcting her.

Me: Fine. 2.5 hours. Jane. See you there.

Harlow: Order me some crepes to go.

I laughed as I sank into the seat of the cab. The driver looked back at me with distrust. Apparently, I’d laughed loudly.

“It’s just the text message,” I explained for some asinine reason. “It was funny.”

The cab driver said nothing.

Okay, then.

Me: You just got me in trouble with the cab driver.

Harlow: Me? What’d I do?

Me: Apparently, infected my laugh with the spirit of the devil.

Harlow: Wow. And from all the way uptown. I’m talented.

Me: So your apartment is uptown?

Harlow: No. Shut up.

Me: I’m going to find out where you live eventually. Why don’t you just invite me back there today?

Harlow: I’m not at home. I’m…out buying cheese.

Me: I’d wager you do your cheese buying close to your apartment.

Harlow: Go away.