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I’ll bring myself then.
Me:
Thank you.
* * *
“Another.”I hold up my glass for Claire to refill.
“Are you sure? It’s a school night,” she questions while topping me off anyway.
“Maybe I’ll call in sick,” I lie.
I haven’t used a sick day in over two years. Even with the whole Hunter thing, I didn’t take time off. I cancelled the leave that was meant to be my honeymoon and carried on working. Work is my coping mechanism for shitty life events. It’s a great distraction. Or at least it was before I was working for the lady Viagra man.
“Argh, why does he have to be so good at sex?” I groan.
“You did meet him in a sex club,” Daisy says.
“Don’t remind me.” I run a hand down my face. “I just… I need… I don’t know what I need but I’m pretty sure it’s not Alistair Warner.”
“Or he’s exactly what you need,” Eloise argues.
“How so?”
“Well, according to you, he gives out the world’s best orgasms. That in itself is worth holding on to. He’s successful, hot as hell, and… I don’t know what else but that should be enough,” she counters.
“He’s also cynical about relationships. He doesn’t commit to anyone because he thinks every relationship ends up in a battle.”
“He’s a divorce attorney. What’d you expect?” Daisy asks.
“I don’t know? Someone who’s not such a commitment-phobe.”
“Has he said that he won’t commit to you?” Claire asks.
“No,” I answer truthfully.
“Well, what are you worried about?” Daisy continues to press me.
“That’ I’m getting in too deep, and when it blows up in my face, it’s going to hurt worse than the Hunter episode,” I admit.
“Now who’s the cynic?” Eloise asks. “Look, just have fun. See what plays out. Honestly, I haven’t seen you this… satisfied in… well, ever. Man, Hunter really must have been a dud root,” she adds.
“Argh, why do you all have to make sense all the time?” I groan.
“Because you don’t have stupid friends.” Daisy grins.
“Right.” I nod my head in agreement.
“Well, I hate to love and leave you all, but I do have to adult tomorrow so I’m out,” Claire says.
“Me too.” Eloise gets up off the sofa.
“Me three,” Daisy adds before pushing to her feet and joining them.
“Me four.” I stand and follow them. After closing and locking my door behind the girls, I tidy up the left over pizza, put the wine away, and load the dishwasher.
Once I fix the sofa cushions and wipe down the coffee table, I head into the shower. There is nothing like a nice, relaxing, hot shower to wash away stress. I don’t even know why I’m stressed. Really, I should be the most relaxed woman on the planet with the amount my body climaxed this weekend.
