Page 14 of Donut Overthink It

“What the actual hell?”

“I couldn’t stop laughing. I think I hurt his feelings,” I say, laughing at the memory.

“I think he needs therapy,” she adds. It gets quiet for a second, and I hear her let out a long breath. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” I say, slicing my right hand through the bubbles. “How have you been?”

She sighs. “So busy.”

She works two jobs, and I know even that isn’t enough for her and the bills she has from her mother.

“Seeing anyone?” I ask.

She laughs softly. “Nothing serious.”

“Are we meeting up tomorrow for our usual Wednesday night drinks?” It’s been our tradition since college, but as we got older, life got in the way. Then I moved away for a little while. Even since I’ve been back, it’s been hard to find the time to meet for drinks and girl talk.

“I can’t,” she answers sadly. “I have plans with my brother. He is coming to town with his wife and wants to spend time with Mom. What about next Monday?”

“I can’t. Mr. Kyle has some benefit he’s going to, and I have to attend.”

“How are things going with him? Do we still want to use his balls as a punching bag?”

“Absolutely.” She knows how he gets under my skin and how big of a dick he is. But when I ran into him tonight, I couldn’t remember a single bad moment with him. I just kept thinking holy shit! What is he doing here? And is he staring at my tits? Am I imagining it? I was all hot and bothered. Hence the need for a hot bubble bath once returning home.

“You didn’t sound so sure of that. What happened?” she asks after my silence.

“I saw him tonight while I was at dinner with Nate.” I cup my right breast at the mention of him.

“And?” She digs.

“He looked amazing,” I say with a sigh, closing my eyes.

She chuckles. “I don’t care how hot he is; he treats you like shit. And plus, men who are hot like that suck in bed.” She’s never seen Aiden, but I’ve described him to her so many times she might as well have.

My eyes open, and I chuckle. “How do you know?”

“Experience,” she answers simply. “Men like him think they’re tough and perfect.” I can almost hear her rolling her eyes. “He probably has a small dick.”

I laugh and lie. “Probably.” I saw the outline in his boxers that night he was about to have sex with the blonde on his desk, and he was nowhere near small.

“Well, I’m glad you’re still alive, and again, I’m sorry I was so late,” she says, her voice softening to a whisper.

“No need to apologize,” I assure her.

“I will talk to you tomorrow,” she says.

“I love you.”

“Love you too.” She hangs up, and I toss my phone to the floor. I think about picking up my Kindle but decide against it. Instead, I lower myself back into the tub and close my eyes. My right hand trails down into the water and over my stomach. I touch myself as I imagine myself in a flight attendant uniform and Mr. Kyle is my pilot. But only, I’m the one begging to be dessert.

AIDEN

I walk into my penthouse and throw my keys onto the kitchen counter before making it back to my bedroom. I quickly undo the buttons on my shirt and throw it to the floor along with my slacks, not even bothering to pick them up.

I fall onto the bed and let out a frustrated sigh. I’ve tried to ignore my attraction to her for so long now that I just can’t deny myself anymore. I’ve reached that limit. I’ve never heard her mention a boyfriend or even dating. And I could tell by her message earlier that tonight was a first date. And the thought of him touching her right now is driving me mad.

I reach over, grab my phone, and call her. Unable to stop myself. If she’s with him, I want to cockblock him.

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