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Jack puts his hand on my shoulder, and my heart flutters.
“Yeah,” he winks at Brad. “Take care of this one for me. And if you want to grab some drinks back at The Big Iguana, be my guest.”
He offers a grin to the table, but before he leaves, he leans down and whispers in my ear.
“I’m not done with you, Indy. So while you’re bored on your date with surfer boy, why don’t you imagine me kissing your ear from behind, reaching around to play with your hard nipples. Imagine how that would feel to have my huge cock inside of you, thrusting, making you gasp for air.”
He drags his hand down the length of my back.
Holy hell.
My heart flutters as he lifts his hand off of my back.
“Just some old Yale gossip I had to tell her, Surfer Boy.” Jack raises his voice. “See y’all later, if you want.”
“Seems like a nice guy,” Brad shrugs, looking around for our server.
“Super nice,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
And right then I’m glad I’m not wearing panties tonight.
Because they’d be drenched.
* * *
Brad is at least a gentleman,and walks me back to my hotel room.
We skip over drinks, as I’ve had enough run-ins today with Jack.
I sink onto the bed that is still messed up from my tousle with Jack and pull out my laptop to email Nora.
Email. Because, you know, my phone is soaked through. I should have picked it up and tried the old bag of rice trick, but I was too fumed up when it happened to think straight.
"Hey, I'm back from the date. Nice guy. But…just not for me unfortunately."
I hesitate for a moment before hitting send. I don't mention to her the fact that possibly the sexiest man I've ever seen barged into my room.
And then proceeded to ruin my date that night by making me come harder than I have in recent memory.
It's not something I'm ready to share with anyone, not even my little sister.
I lay back on the bed and let out a sigh. Maybe Jack was right when he said I spent too much time on my phone, because I’m not used to having downtime like this without a distraction.
I head out onto the balcony with a cocktail from my mini bar and take some time to think to myself.
This trip is supposed to be about taking some time to reflect on the direction of my life.
I pull out an old journal I brought. It’s where I update my life goals every year. I look at what I wrote almost ten years ago.
By the time I’m in my thirties, I’ll be successful, leading a team, married with three kids and have a house in the suburbs.
I laugh at that. I don’t feel old at thirty-two, but I also know I absolutely cannot go through another five year, sexless relationship that ends in heartache. I suppose I’ve got to learn to be more forthright and upfront with people, romantically.
But then again, I’ve also got to be okay with the fact that maybe my happy ending is different from what I once thought I needed.
That hurts my heart, but it’s also a very freeing thought.
No matter what happens, I’ll be okay.
