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Giving her a slanting glance, I hook one arm under Chuck’s and drag him off the bench. His arm flops across my shoulders. “Come on, big guy. Time to get you in front of a toilet.”
“What?” Brandi continues. “She seemed like a cool chick. Did you see those legs?”
She wiggles hers for emphasis.
They were nice legs—a little on the thicker side and bitable. I bet she’s an obedient little thing, too.
Now I’m picturing Kate and those big doe eyes peeking up at me from the floor, positioned on her knees, with her gorgeous legs spread. I’d stroke her chin before tipping her head back and pressing my cock over her lower lip.
I swallow and angle my hips away from Brandi. “I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea about me or the app.”
“You mean, you don’t want her knowing your OneDate’s daddy?”
“Exactly. What if she thinks I’m going to, I don’t know, stalk her or something?”
She waves a hand through the air, eyes still closed. “Even if she does, I still think you two would be pretty cute together.”
“Hmph.”
Kate was a stunner wearing that thin little dress, and maybe her laughter is still ringing in my ears, but being cute is how women sink their claws into their victims just before ripping their heart out.
And I’ve been there, done that.
For fuck’s sake, the wound from Susan has barely scarred over.
“Don’t you think she’s a little young?” I ask.
“I think she was hot, funny, and exactly who you need for this trip.”
I stare at Brandi a moment, considering the absurdity she’s suggesting.
Chuck dry heaves, causing us to stumble with the force of his retching, and I shake off any nonsense of possibly dating a twenty-something.
His wife peeps an eye open before slowly unfurling from the bench. “You sure you don’t want to stay with us and keep an extra-close eye on your boy?”
Chuck’s head lolls her way once she’s propped under his opposite arm, lips pursing as he attempts to give her a sloppy kiss.
“I’ve never been more certain of something in my life.”
* * *
I toss my phone, wallet, and room key on the nightstand, kick my suitcase out of the way, and strip down to my boxer briefs. A mound of cool linens welcomes me when I toss myself belly first onto the bed.
Hanging out with the guys tonight was surprisingly more enjoyable than I thought it would be. And lying here—now one thirty in the morning—I can’t recall the last time I’ve laughed so hard.
When Chuck and I moved to different states after college, my career became my sole focus. Graduating college didn’t mean the end of my party years, or even kissing my youth goodbye. It meant success, and it smelled like opportunity.
Which is why I’ve known for some time now that it was my fault Susan ran around on me. She used to claim that it wasn’t her I married, but my job. And do I fault her? I don’t even know anymore.
The first thing I did after finding the neighbor balls deep in my wife was head straight back to the office. I needed space—and to not end up in jail for murder—so distracting myself with work until reality settled seemed like the best idea.
Ping.
I crack open an eye to see a foreign notification lighting my phone.
“What the fuck?” Snagging it off the nightstand, I unlock the screen.
It’s a direct message from OneDate.
