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“He might have felt guilty,” Trista offers. “Might have thought he took advantage of you. Men are very careful these days.”
Something tells me an O’Rourke doesn’t worry about those things.
Drunk or not, I was dying for him.
“Anyway…the important thing is, I’m no longer a virgin.” I wave her off.
“Mmm.” She stops sipping her drink. “Did you set up a profile yet on the dating app I sent you?”
I shake my head. “I’m not sure this is for me.”
“Why not?”
How do I tell her that I don’t want a relationship? I want more of that hot sex I had last night. “For one, I’m busy. I don’t have time for a relationship.”
She arches a brow at me. “That will make you the most popular woman on the app.”
“What if I just want something…physical? I got my feet wet and want more…”
So much more, I feel like a junkie and need another hit. Could Eoghan’s cum have some kind of addictive chemical in it?
“Got your feet wet?” Trista prods me.
“You know what I mean.” I was plenty wet last night. “I waited forever to have sex. Right now, since I’ve breached that hurdle…”
Another look.
“Stop.” I swat her arm. “I want to get it all out of my system.”
“Then say that in your profile. I repeat, your phone will blow up with responses.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Is it safe?”
“Meet them in public places.”
“For sex?”
“This is Vegas.” She glances around. “No one cares.”
My heart jumps into my throat. “I’m a prosecutor. I can’t let anyone know who I am.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t say that in your profile.” Trista nods heartily. “If you just want sex, you don’t need to state any career ambitions. You’re gorgeous, no one will care.”
I tilt my head. “Will they care if I’m curvy?”
“I doubt it, so long as you’re good in bed.”
This is getting too complicated. A faint sound of an airplane taking off from the airport nearby reminds me, Eoghan is gone.
Eoghan…
He loved my body. Maybe guys these days don’t mind a full bust, a big butt, or a cute pot belly.
He didn’t. And he was stunning with cut muscles and a killer dick. But it’s easier for men to achieve that look. Most women don’t have six-packs.
“Look, you don’t have to figure it all out right now,” Trista says. “Throw the profile up, chat with guys who respond, and then tweak as you go.”
Nodding, I take out my phone and download the City Sinners app.
