Page 2 of Interception

“Morning!”

“Do you have to be so loud and perky?”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s called a hangover, Faith. You should try it sometime, then maybe you wouldn’t be screaming at me right now. Can we drop the decibels, please?”

“I told you to take two aspirin and a full glass of water. It works every time.”

“Oh, go shove aspirin up your ass. I’m hurting, and ‘I told you so’ isn’t helping.” I grab the pillow next to me and press it over my head, blocking out little miss sunshine.

“Why are you in such a good mood today, anyway?”

“I’m just happy you’re here. Is that okay, or do I need to shut up?”

“Well, now you’ve made me feel like a colossal bitch. Yes, it’s fine that you’re happy I’m here. In fact, why don’t we go out today and do some retail therapy?”

“Sure. What do you have in mind? Shoes? Handbags? Jewelry?”

“I’m thinking lingerie. You need some hot lingerie now that you’re a sex siren. No virginal bride stuff for you.” Her expression turns sour. “I meant it as a good thing. You did what you came here for… right?”

“Yes, but I thought it would be followed by a heck of a lot more sex.”

“It will be. Hunter will be chomping at the bit to get in your panties again when the pain meds wear off, and he can get his dick to stand at attention. Those drugs don’t generally lend themselves to raging boners.” I thought that would get at least a smile out of her, but she’s not up for me poking fun or talking about her getting a good poke!

“I’ve messaged and called Hunter countless times, and he won’t reply to either. I wanted to stay with him that night at the hospital, but he didn’t want me there.”

“How do you know where he is now?”

“His bodyguard. He let me know when he got out of surgery, and I may or may not have probed him for Hunter’s whereabouts.”

“So, you and he did the nasty, and now he’s not returning your calls?” I want to slam his already broken hand with a sledgehammer right about now.

“Something like that.” I don’t know whether to hug her or shake her.

“You did what you set out to do. The training wheels are off. Why don’t you just leave it at that?”

“Because…” God, she’s hopeless. I told her she wasn’t cut out for all sex, no feelings.

“He makes your panties tingle?”

“Zee, I had no idea it could be so amazing. Now I know why people are obsessed with sex. I just want to climb him like a spider monkey every minute of the day, and he won’t even talk to me.”

“You really like him, don’t you? It’s more than just sex. Am I right?”

“Yes. I’m clearly incapable of the meaningless-sex thing.”

“You know what your problem is? Your heart is linked to your vagina. It happens. In fact, I think most women have that problem. Not me, obviously.”

“I don’t believe you. How can you have such an amazing physical connection with someone but not feel anything for them?” Faith is the only person who can make me feel bad about my sexual appetite. She doesn’t mean to, but we’re just so different in that respect. When she asks me questions—even though I know it’s just her being inquisitive—I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.

“I feel plenty at the time… appreciation for their mad skills and excitement and exhilaration for that new experience along with spine-tingling joy from all the amazing orgasms. Just because I don’t instantly fall in love with a guy doesn’t mean I’m heartless. I can separate sex, infatuation, and love. It’s a gift.” Faith breezes past my statement. I don’t think she knows what to do with me half the time.

“So how do I get him to talk to me?”

“If you know where he is, then go there. He can’t ignore you if you’re standing right in front of his face.”

“Will you come with me?” I walked straight into that one.

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