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Wednesday
9:10 p.m.
The café was bustling.
All the sidewalk tables were full, the servers hustling between them with giant margaritas and bowls of the best chips and guac in town. Salsa music drifted through the open windows, framed in twinkle lights that glittered as dusk fell.
Brendan stood on the street corner, eyeing all the happy people with their food as he waited for Sonia. He could’ve just given her his apartment address, but he wanted to watch her walk down the street in the skimpy dress he’d insisted on.
His neighborhood, Foggy Bottom, was busy and full of people his age. He’d lived in this area since he started working in DC. It was cheaper and noisier than the elegant Georgetown street where Sonia roomed with her grandma, but the rents were still crazy high.
He glanced up and down the street. Where was she? He’d hurried here straight from the office, and now she was keeping him waiting. No text, no call.
To pass the time, he took a quick look at the nude she’d sent. Somehow, Sonia managed to make a casual snap between her legs look like art. A shadow fell across one thigh, and her rosy pussy glistened, her pouting lips narrowing to the sweet bud of her clit.
Brendan started to sweat. Before he could second-guess himself, he deleted the picture.
Immediately, he regretted it. Did he really have to be so careful?
His phone buzzed in his hand.
What’s the good word on the bachelor party???
It was Hunter, one of his and Ian’s closest high school friends. They’d played together on the basketball team. Seven years after graduation, Hunter was still reliving his high school glory days.
It’s happening,Brendan texted back.Get ready
Get ready for WHAT? I just talked to Ian. What the fuck, man? Nothing’s happening. He said he just wants a chill night playing pool??? He won’t get drunk??? And there are NO STRIPPERS?????!!!!!
Brendan pressed his fingertips into his forehead, massaging the spreading ache. Ian had made it very clear, when Brendan was planning the party, that he didn’t want a wild night.
“I got that out of my system,” he’d said, looking significantly at his brother. “I don’t need any regrets before I marry Diana. I just want to hang out with my friends and have a good time.”
Inwardly, Brendan prickled at that phrase, “my friends.” Most of the guys were his friends too. Growing up, the twins had always shared a social circle. It wasn’t until Ian started dating Di, and Brendan started getting into politics, that their friend groups began to diverge.
But maybe Ian was right. Maybe they were more his friends now. After all, living in Connecticut, he did see them more often than Brendan. Brendan kept in touch, but he wasn’t close to most of them anymore. His world had changed.
His phone buzzed again.
The bitch wants the bachelor party of a 40 yr old and you’re just sitting back and allowing it. Yesterday he was the fucking wild card at every house party, now he’s getting married??? What happened?????
“He grew up,” Brendan said out loud. A couple standing nearby gave him a startled look.
It’s Ian’s night. We’re there to make him happy,he texted, and put his phone firmly in his pocket.
A whistle cut through the darkening night. Turning, he saw a vision in red.
Sonia’s face was icy, her cheekbones looking sharp enough to shred his suit, but her eyes shot fire from half a block away. Her dark hair was sleek and combed down, framing stacks of gold hoop earrings that caught the lights of the street.
Her short scarlet dress showed a tempting display of cleavage and a hint of hard nipples peeking through the tight fabric. It hugged the curves of her hips and outlined every muscle. He could imagine how that heavenly ass looked, the red dress clinging to it. He’d hoped for high heels, but he’d forgotten to specify shoes, so she was wearing chunky black boots instead.
Sailing past the gawkers, ignoring every glance and catcall, Sonia kept her eyes on Brendan.
She stopped in front of him. “Hello,” she said demurely. “Am I still calling you sir?”
He itched to touch her, but he kept his hands at his sides. “You’re late.”
Her lips parted. He could swear she looked amused. “The Metro was delayed.”
