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My shift at the diner starts in an hour, and the anticipation of having to face Owen today after what happened last night has completely shot my nerves to shit.
I’d hoped a good dose of caffeine and perhaps some advice from my best friend might rearrange the mess that’s become my poor, unfortunate brain.
But as she sits there looking at me with a bemused expression on her face over the epic bomb I just dropped, I’m starting to wonder if I’ve just added another thing to my growing list of poor decisions.
After a spell of silence that seems to stretch into another lifetime, she casually takes a sip of her double-shot macchiato, then places it down and leans forward, giving me her full attention.
“So let me get this straight,” she booms, holding up a finger to emphasize her point. “You fucked Owen?”
“Shh!” I hiss through clenched teeth and slap my palm to my forehead in frustration.
What the hell was I thinking?
Clearly, I wasn’t. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have spilled my guts to Lexi at The Flying Bean of all places. The girl only has two volumes, one is loud, and the other is really freaking loud. So much so that I swear she could trigger an avalanche in the Rockies just by saying hello to people seated next to us.
“Sorry.” Her face twists into a grimace as she finally takes the volume down several octaves. “So you fucked Owen?”
I nod and bite my bottom lip as the memories of his enormous cock thrusting into me trigger a flurry of heat that journeys all the way down to between my thighs.
“In the kitchen?” she continues, and I nod again, recalling the sounds of his grunts reverberating throughout the kitchen and my pulse starts to beat to an erratic rhythm.
Leaning back in her chair, she puffs up her cheeks and exhales an audible breath. “Well, Christ on a cracker,” she muses with a sly grin spreading on her face. “This is just fucking brilliant.”
“You’re joking, right?” I stare at her in disbelief, all the while wondering if my best friend has officially lost her mind and needs to be institutionalized. “This is a goddamn catastrophe.”
She rolls her eyes. “Quit being so dramatic. It’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad?” I exclaim, and she casually shrugs her shoulders while picking up her coffee and taking a sip. “We didn’t use a condom.”
She yanks her coffee away and clamps a hand over her mouth as her whole body heaves in an effort to fight back the liquid from entering her lungs.
Pounding a fist on her chest, she clears her throat loudly, then takes one look at me and bursts into laughter.
My molars grind together as I sit back on my chair and pin her with my most lethal of glares. “This isn’t funny, Lex.”
“Oh my god!” she exclaims, her eyes suddenly wide and lit like a damn Christmas tree. “What if you’re pregnant right now?”
The color instantly drains from my face.
Of all the thoughts running rampant in my mind this morning, this is one thing that never entered into it.
But for some reason, the thought of carrying Owen Parker’s baby seems to breathe warmth back into my bloodstream that brings the color back to my skin bit by bit.
Shrugging off the strange sensation, I remind myself that he’s a jerk and that I’ve been taking the pill religiously for years, so it’s not even a remote possibility.
“I’m on the pill. It’s fine.”
“It’s not foolproof,” she sing-songs, making my blood pressure once again spike to dangerous levels.
“Not helping!” I cry, then give her a pleading look. “Come on, Lex, I need your advice here. I start work in an hour, and it’s going to be all weird and shit. What the hell am I going to do?”
Her playful expression melts away, and she reaches over, placing a calming hand on mine. “Honestly?” she asks in all seriousness, and I nod, waiting on the edge of my seat for whateverObi-Wan Kenobiwords of wisdom she’s about to bestow upon me. “I think you should fuck him again.”
My posture slumps, and leaning my elbows on the table, I bury my face in my palms and let out a pained groan. “Oh my god.”
“Look, just chill out, would ya?” she says, pulling my hands down from my face and giving me an earnest look. “He’s probably just as nervous about today as you.”
“Doubt it,” I huff and look away indignantly.
