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“Me too.” Sarah nods enthusiastically. “I remember I used to practice the blow job tutorials.”
Paul laughs. “I remember I used to watch the guys fingering the girls to see what I was supposed to be doing down there. I had no fucking idea.”
“Did you practice?” Sarah smiles.
“Yep, on a watermelon.”
We all burst out laughing.
“You need to get on it and watch it, Lottie.” Sarah smiles. “See what we’re all missing out on. There are some seriously hot dudes on there who make the rest of the male population look very lame indeed.”
“Oh, yeah, because all you women let us blow on your faces.” Paul tuts. “Men are more depressed by that site than women are, let me tell you.”
“Yes.” Sarah gasps. “What the fuck is with that? Nobody is blowing on my freshly straightened hair while I kneel with my mouth open.” She shakes her head in disgust. “Honestly, as if women do that in real life.”
I giggle, pretending to know what they are on about. Shit, I really need to study this YouPorn thing tonight.
“Delivery for Lottie Preston,” a voice calls out.
I turn to see one of the security team from the foyer walking through with the biggest bunch of red roses I have ever seen.
“Holy shit!” Sarah cries.
My eyes widen and the man walks over to me. “You Lottie?” he asks.
I nod.
He passes me the huge bouquet, and I turn bright red.
“Oh my God!” Sarah cries. “Look at the size of the heads on those roses.”
I inhale their scent—a deep and beautiful perfume—and I open the card.
Lottie,
Thanks for an amazing weekend
I can’t wipe the smile from my face.
Dolce.
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I hold the card to my chest as happiness literally beams out of me. It was an amazing weekend and I can’t wipe the smile off my face either.
Oh, and he signed it Dolce….so sweet that he remembered our stupid game.
“Who the hell are they from?” Sarah gasps as she touches the petals. “Look at the size of the flower heads. And look at the crystal vase they are in.”
“Those will have cost a pretty penny. The fucking vase alone.”
I swing on my chair in glee.
“I got back with my ex-boyfriend,” I lie. I’ll just go along with Spencer’s story. It seemed to work okay.
Sarah nods in approval. “He knows his shit, that’s for sure.”
I place them on my desk and I read the card again.
