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“He...” I couldn’t help a shy smile from forming on my lips. “He’s amazing. He’s so clever and humble. Elijah is that way too. Honestly, I’m super conflicted about both of them. Plus, they’re my teachers! It’s like I’m living in a guilty fantasy and I can’t believe what’s going on!”
“They’re people first, and people fall for people. If it works, it just does. Listen, don’t make up your mind about anything. Go home, take a long shower, and just nap. That’ll clear some of the boogie in your woogie.”
“What?”
“You know, bring some grain to your brain.”
“Okay, Chelsea.” I began giggling. “Stop.”
“I will, so long as you cheer up right now! Look at the amazing stuff happening to you! It’s unreal, but you’re living the life. And you deserve it, Rory. I can’t think of any other person who should be as loved as you.”
The corners of my eyes crinkled. “Thanks, Chels. You almost make me feel good about a life where my prime affection will be my future dogs.”
“You mean cats, right?”
I scowled. “No. Dogs!”
We were in the middle of a heated debate about which was better—cats or dogs—when the barista interrupted us with our lattes. I could tell the caffeine would give me a sleepless night, but then again, it was worth it.
"Two lattes for the sexy cat ladies." He winked at us, trying his best to look like a stud.
Chelsea batted her lashes at him. “Thanks,reason-I-want-to-die-alone-with-cats.”
The man was unfazed. Points for being brave in the face of Chelsea’s insults. I had to give him four, at least.
"Well, I have a joke for you. What do you call a dog magician?"
We both shrugged, intrigued.
"Alabracadabrador!" he exclaimed, beaming with pride.
We couldn't help but burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
"Thanks for the joke, cat man," I said, still giggling.
Chelsea looked like she was about to make a decision on the spur of the moment, though, so I waited until he was out of earshot and pulled her arm. “We’re getting out of here before you give that dick your number.”
“Hey, his joke was cute!” she exclaimed.
“Chelsea, we’re not doing a replay of The Pub Incident of 2019. Come on!”
She grumbled all the way to where we were going, but we made up afterward and I promised to nanny her fur boy, Leonardo (don’t ask me why she chose the name) the next time a back- and leg-ache-worthy lover called her over.
Chelsea finally cheered up when we reachedLumber.Now, I had no idea why I’d let my best friend coax me into visiting a strip club, but then again, I could never tell her no.
I did caterwaul when I saw the dancers, though. No good for my ego to be around such sexy women, so in tune with themselves.
“Wait until you meet Lolita.” Chelsea chuckled.
I had never met Lolita before, but Chelsea had talked about her enough to pique my interest.
Apparently, she was a part-time dancer who also gave private classes in the art of seduction. I was skeptical, but Chelsea assured me that it would be a fun experience.
When we arrived at Lolita's room, I was mesmerized by the decor. It was like stepping into a different world, one filled with silk curtains, dimmed lights, and scented candles.
"Welcome, my lovelies," Lolita said, greeting us with a sultry smile. "Are you ready to explore the art of seduction?"
I wasn't sure if I was ready, but before I could answer, Lolita began to guide us through a series of sensual movements.
