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I shook my head. “I doubt it. What’s your number by now?”
“God, Evan, I lost track of that decades ago.”
He laughed. I laughed, too, drinking more. I glanced at the time. I wanted to get going, but it was too early. Over eager? Nah. What time would the girls arrive?
“Tell me about her,” Jeff said.
“Who?”
“The pussy you got last night.”
Oh. Right.
“You know how it is,” I said. “You’ve fucked one, you’ve fucked them all. Nothing’s special about her, other than the fact that she was a good fuck and willing to put out.”
Jeff nodded, impressed. “That’s all you need, bud. They don’t need to have more than that.”
Scarlett was more than that, but I wasn’t going to go into detail with Jeff. I didn’t want his filthy mind all over her, and he would get way too sucked up in the details if I told him anything else. Once a pervert, always a pervert. Jeff fucked anything that was legal age and upward. He had no shame, and if there was one person I didn’t want him near, it was Scarlett.
It wasn’t because of jealousy or anything. I was just watching out for the woman that agreed to carry my child. This was about the baby and the woman that was going to carry it.
“Let’s get going,” Jeff said. “My dick is itching for some love.”
We left my place and got into a cab, heading toward Lavo where, hopefully, I was going to see Scarlett.
Chapter Seven
Scarlett
I didn’t go out very often. To go out, you had to have money, and that was running thin for me. But Lily had offered to buy me a drink or two, and I could always get a few more from willing guys. Of course, I wasn’t going to let it get any further than a drink and some casual flirting.
For one, I wasn’t on birth control. I couldn’t imagine how bad it would be if I ended up pregnant with someone else’s child after Evan was paying me to get pregnant with his. But mostly, it was about Evan himself. After last night, I didn’t want someone else. I’d gotten a taste of his dick–literally–and I wanted more.
Lavo was a two-story venue with Italian food served at tables on the top floor and live DJs, bars, and a hell of a lot of grinding on the dancefloor downstairs. The energy in the room was contagious, and I felt good. The crowd moved to the music like it had a pulse, and the air was hot and humid, the way it got when too many bodies were crammed up against each other.
“I need alcohol,” Lily said, and I followed her through the throngs of people where we had to wrestle for a space at the bar. “What are you having?”
I shook my head. “Just a Coke for me,” I said.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Why?”
“I have a headache, and alcohol will just make it worse. I can party sober.”
Lily raised her eyebrows at me but ordered a Coke as I’d asked. It wasn’t about a headache, of course. I felt fine. I had suddenly realized that I was trying to get pregnant. Alcohol wasn’t going to help that along, and if after last night I was already in the process of conception, it was better not to drink now.
Lily paid for the drinks and handed me my Coke.
“Prude,” she teased.
“Responsible,” I countered.
Lily rolled her eyes. “I miss the days we didn’t have to be.”
I nodded. “Yeah, but the adult life looks good on us,” I said. “We look hot.”
Lily laughed. “That’s because of what we’re wearing, not because we’re any good at running our lives.”
She was right, too. She looked fantastic in an electric blue dress that made her green eyes pop. I wore a black dress that was so tight it looked painted on, and it made me feel sexy, tucking in all the bits that felt excessive. Lily had told me that I didn’t have any, but we’d agreed to disagree.
I felt good in heels, too. It made my ass look great, and my ass was already my best asset. Last night, Evan had told me so himself. He loved my ass. I didn’t blame him. I loved my ass.
“Let’s go dance,” Lily said.
I nodded, and we headed onto the dancefloor, moving through the writhing bodies. We moved to the music, and I let myself go, letting the music flow through me. We were on the dancefloor for a while, and I finished my coke. Lily was still sipping her drink–a vicious cocktail that wasn’t going to be done anytime soon.
“I’m going to get water,” I said to her. “I’m dying of thirst.”
She nodded and danced. A guy pressed himself up against Lily, and she started grinding against him, moving her body with his in a simulation of sex. I pushed through the crowds toward the bar, finally managed to get one of the bartender’s attention, and asked for a glass of water.
