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I smile. “Speaking of self-care, I’ve added a new item to my list.”
Her eyes grow wide. “What is it?”
I glance down at my manicurist, and her eyes are fixed on my feet. What do I care if she’s listening? There’s no reason to be shy about these things anymore.
I’m becoming a new woman.
“I’m planning on…having sex. Soon.”
Lisa squeals. “Yes! Finally. Stephen must be getting sick of coffee dates.”
She’s probably right about that. It’s been a whole month since he officially quit being my divorce lawyer. After some mild flirtation during one of our meetings, he told me he had an unconventional request. He asked if he could refer me to another excellent lawyer so that there wouldn’t be a conflict of interest if he asked his client out on a date. He said it with a sweet little smile, but I got the sense he was nervous.
He likes me. I can feel it every time we’re around each other.
I wince. “I’m not sure if I can do it with Stephen. I like him too much. I’m afraid I might be too self-conscious.”
“So you’re planning on having sex with a random guy? You really think that will make you less self-conscious?”
“This polish, please.” I hand my manicurist the deep-red bottle before turning to Lisa. “I do. I’ve gotten a flood of texts since Mark and I announced our separation. It wouldn’t be difficult to find someone, and I think I’ll be able to let loose with someone I don’t care about. I really just need to get laid.”
She giggles. “I support any form of getting laid, but it should be Stephen. Just my two cents. The sex would be better since you really like him.”
“Probably, but I don’t need spectacular sex. I just need to get this over with.”
Lisa turns to me, a mischievous smile quirking at her lips. “Mark will lose his ever-loving mind if he finds out.”
“He won’t find out.”
“Oh yes, he will. He’s a psychopath when it comes to you. I’ll bet you anything that the first thing he did after he eavesdropped yesterday was hire a private investigator.”
My skin grows hot. Oh God, I just want this all to be over. Even though I know he deserves all of this, I can’t stand seeing him in pain.
I somehow manage a lazy shrug. “Maybe I can get another ten-million-dollar home out of it.”
Lisa turns to me with an open-mouth grin. “Look at you! Stone cold fox. I seriously used to fantasize about the day you’d make Mark Walker pay for everything he’s done.”
“So did I. I can’t believe I’m actually doing it. Or that he actually cares this much.”
“I always knew he would lose his mind when you left him. He was always—”
My phone chimes, and Lisa’s eyes grow wide. “Stephen!” she says, reading the name on the screen. “You have to let me read it if it’s good.”
Stephen: I have a question for you, but I don’t want to seem presumptuous…
My stomach flutters. What is this? It seems serious, and so far we’ve kept our coffee conversations fairly light. In the three dates we’ve had, the deepest we’ve gotten is talking about the strangeness of dating again after divorce.
“What did he say?” Lisa asks.
“He says he has a question for me.”
“Ooh,” she hums. “Maybe he wants to get laid too.
A moment later, another text appears.
Stephen: It’s nothing too big. I have a friend’s wedding coming up, and I want you to be my date. It’s three weeks away so I hope you still like me then ;)
My pulse speeds up. “He just asked me on a real date.”
