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“The thing is, I haven’t had sex in a while,” Amelia says. “And I, um, I guess I’m more horny than I realized. Like really, really horny.”
My grip on the steering wheel tightens. Is she trying to torture me?
“Anyway,” she rushes on. “The point is, it’s not personal. It doesn’t have anything to do with you. So what happened back there doesn’t have to affect our friendship.”
I see what she’s trying to do. She’s trying to rewind the clock, make things normal again between us. And I should let her.
But you can only push a man so fucking far.
“You’re saying you would have done all that with any man who crossed your path.”
“Yes,” she says, relieved that I get it. “Well, any man I was attracted to and trusted. So it’s nothing personal.”
“Sure,” I agree. “And how many of these men are there in your life these days? The ones you trust, who can make you shake like that?”
She blushes. “I wasn’t...” She swallows, wets her lips. “There’s two, if you must know.”
“Two?” Who the fuck else is there? “If you’re talking about that ex-boyfriend your parents hate...”
“No, there’s this guy. An old friend. I haven’t seen him in a few years. But sometimes when we’re both single, we hook up.” She straightens. “That’s it. I’ll give him a call when we get back to New York. He can help me cool down, and then this thing between us...” she motions back and forth between us, “can go back to normal.”
I slam on the brakes in front of her parents’ house. “The hell you will.”
“I’m just saying—”
“You willnothave sex with another man. Not while we’re engaged.”
“It’s a fake engagement!” Amelia all but shouts.
She’s got a point. But I’m not going to admit it. So I get out of the car, knowing she can’t have this argument in front of her parents.
I’m not above playing dirty.
We head inside and make small talk with her parents. Then I head upstairs to pack my stuff, figuring Amelia will want to stay downstairs and keep chatting with her mom.
Instead, Amelia breaks away and follows me upstairs to our room. Once we’re both inside, she shuts the door firmly behind her and hisses, “Your expectation is totally sexist. How would you act if I said you couldn't have sex with other women?”
“I’d see that you’re being practical and agree,” I say calmly. I fold my clothes and tuck them neatly into my suitcase. “Trying to see other people while we’re dating each other is just too messy. If we’re serious about getting what we need to out of this engagement, we can’t have sex with other people.”
Amelia crosses her arms. “Really. Mr. Playboy can go six months without sex.”
When she puts it like that...
The image of Amelia with another man hits me like a kick in the gut.
“Yes,” I say firmly. “For six months we don’t see anyone else. Agree?”
She studies me. Then she throws up her arms. “Fine! But...What are you doing?”
I produce our napkin contract from a pocket in my suitcase. “Adding an addendum.”
Amelia rolls her eyes. “Oh my God, you can’t be serious.”
“This is important,” I say, adding the new rule to the contract, then the date. I sign it, then Amelia signs it.
“If you break this rule, then I’ll get to too,” Amelia says.
“Sure,” I agree. The pathetic truth is, it’s going to be easy for me to follow this particular rule.
