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I make my way back to the table. I sit next to Reagan but not too close. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. She leans over and whispers in my ear, “Is that the model you’re always photographed with?”
Reagan doesn’t miss much. I nod. I hope she’s not upset.
She leans over again. “If you’re going to be with her tonight, you should probably make sure it’s completely private. We wouldn’t want conflicting photographs getting out.”
I look at her in surprise. She doesn’t look remotely fazed by the prospect of me sleeping with Francesca.
“Reagan, I’m not going to be with anyone else while we’re doing this. I wouldn’t feel comfortable with that. If it got out, it would humiliate you. It’s not worth the risk. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
She looks surprised by my comment. “Carter, you’re an attractive, highly sexual man. You’re telling me that you’re going to go three months without having sex?”
I nod. “I do have some amount of self-control.” I hold up my hand. “And a huge right hand.” She smiles.
Then it occurs to me. Is she planning to sleep with other men? “You’re attractive and highly sexual. Are you sleeping with anyone else?”
She looks at me and slowly shakes her head. She holds up her right hand, just as I did. We both smile, but something passes between us as we look at each other. I’m not exactly sure what it is. I swear I saw her looking at my lips for the briefest of moments, but I may have imagined it, or wished for it.
The conversation flows easily at our table. I learn that Jasmine and Reagan have been friends since junior high. They’re full of funny school day stories. These two were definitely troublemakers.
Jasmine used to be in pharmaceutical sales but hated it. Reagan hired her during her pregnancy, and it worked out so well, they’ve made the situation permanent.
Collin tells them all about his family construction business. He and his brothers offer an endless amount of entertainment.
Given how funny and outgoing everyone is, we’re all laughing and having a great time. I have constant urges to touch Reagan, but I hold back each time. I want to respect her boundaries.
At some point, the girls go to use the restroom. Collin looks at me. “Holy shit, Carter. Reagan is awesome. She’s so fucking hot. You must be wearing the skin off that thing.”
I laugh. If only he knew. I may be wearing the skin off it, but only in my own hand.
“You showing her the power of Vitamin P?”
I roll my eyes. “Where do you come up with this shit?”
“I could give you one-liners all night long, Daulton.” He smiles. “Seriously. She’s hot and funny.”
“And smart.”
“Yeah, that too. Don’t let go of that one.” He looks around. “I really like Jasmine. She’s awesome and obviously fucking beautiful. Thanks for the hookup, man.”
“Good. I’m glad this worked out. She seems great.”
The girls return. Reagan has mischief in her eyes. Her eyes are extremely expressive. Unlike any I’ve ever seen. “Carter, did you know there’s a slide on the second floor that goes down to the first? Into a sea of foam?” I shake my head. “Come on. We need to go down it. Let’s check it out.” She reaches for my hand.
The four of us make our way to the second floor. Sure enough, there’s a huge winding slide up there that seems to end on the first floor in a sea of white foam on the dance floor.
She pulls me over. She looks at the bouncer at the top of slide. “What do we have to do to be allowed to go down the slide? Carter will go topless if that’s what’s needed.” Collin bursts out laughing.
The bouncer looks her up and down. “You and your hot girlfriend can do whatever you want, sexy.” He then points to me and Collin. “These two have to pay for lap dances to be allowed down the slide.”
Reagan reaches into her pocket and pulls out money. She hands it to the bouncer and points to me. “Find him a hottie.” Collin looks at me in complete shock.
I’m now being subjected to a lap dance in front of Reagan, Collin, and Jasmine. The three of them are hysterically laughing at how uncomfortable I am. Strippers aren’t really my thing. Being given a lap dance by a stripper in front of a significantly hotter Reagan isreallynot my thing.
At some point, the stripper asks me, “Do you want a blow job?”
Reagan interrupts. I assume she’s going to be upset with the question, but not Reagan. She asks, “Will that get him more turns down the slide?”
Collin erupts in laughter. “Oh my god, Carter. You have the best girlfriend ever. Marry her.”
