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“The name’s Ivy,” she said coolly, but with such a sexy tone, I felt a tingling in my briefs.
“So, Ivy,” he said, directing his focus to her. “What do you say?”
“I’m not interested in having sex with strangers, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”
“We’re no longer strangers,” he said, almost winking at me.
I wanted to punch him in the nose, but my languishing testosterone levels had floated out to sea, like I’d taken an E, where everything seemed nice when it was anything but.
“I’m abstaining from my base chakra.” Ivy looked at me before addressing her comment to Samsara.
“Pity,” Richard said. “You’re someone I’d like to get to know.”
“Now listen, Richard,” I said. “Stop hitting on Ivy. It’s inappropriate and disrespectful to your wife.”
Richard smiled and opened his hands. “We got off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry about that. Maybe later we’ll see you at the disco. You do like dancing?”
Even though he’d directed his question at Ivy, I answered, “I love dancing, but Ivy’s more into action-hero movies.”
Ivy’s mouth curled slowly. It was the opposite. I’d never known anyone like Ivy, who could stay on the dance floor all night.
He stood up. “We best be off. There’s a workshop we need to be at now.” He looked at his partner, and she nodded.
As they left, I shook my head. “What’s she doing with him?”
“He’s a sleazy creep,” Ivy said.
“Tantra for swingers. Talk about stoking the fire of jealousy. Oops. Man overboard.” I chuckled at that silly but dark image of a wife or husband in a jealous rage pushing someone into the sea.
“Would you?” Ivy asked.
“Push someone overboard in a fit of jealousy?”
Her pretty face contorted. “No.” She shook her head. “You’re being stupid again.”
I laughed.
“Would you get jealous?”
“With you, I would. I’d hate anyone to touch you.” I swallowed my food with difficulty, as the thought of Jack and Ivy entered my thoughts. “I’ve suffered a lot this past month, you know.”
She gave me a puzzled look, like I’d told her that I’d seen a dinosaur in Central Park.
“Why don’t you believe me?” I asked.
“I would’ve thought sex with strangers was your thing.”
“Not anymore. And to be honest, even in my wild days, I was very selective about who I slept with.”
“Even your best buddy’s fiancée?”
Ouch. “Okay, well, I was seriously drunk, and she crept into my room in the dark of night. I didn’t know who she was.”
Ivy’s judgmental eyes burned a hole on my face.
“Are you ever going to forgive me?” I held up a finger. “It was one fuck up.”
“One?”
“Well, I’m not in the habit of fucking other men’s wives, girlfriends, or whatever. Not like that asshole just then.” I paused. “I mean, did you see his poor wife? She seemed depressed.”
“I’d be depressed married to a dickhead like him.”
I tilted my head. “So, what should we do now?”
“We shouldn’t do anything. I’m off to get a massage and a facial.”
“That sounds nice. I might even go for one myself. My skin’s looking a bit dour,” I said, putting on a girly voice.
Ivy giggled. “You’re a dick.”
