Page 9 of Perfect Enough

“Right! I forgot that’s why I’m here.”

I fought to keep my hands from strangling my best friend. She lifted the paper again.

“She sent me the questions and I have no idea what to do. I’m not answering.”

“Neitherof us will answer them because I’m calling my mother and telling her to take down the profile.”

She chewed on her lip. “She’s going to know I told you.”

“You’re my best friend and she had no right asking you to help her with this!”

“That is true. But…do you think it’s a bad idea? I mean, maybe you might meet someone nice.”

“Doyouhave a dating app?”

She looked away and suddenly seemed interested in my office décor. “I never noticed you had the walls painted blue in here,” she said.

I gasped. “You have a dating profile?”

Chloe shrugged.

“Why?” I asked.

She sighed and looked back at me. “Because sometimes a girl just likes to hook up for some meaningless sex.”

My mouth dropped open. “What?”

Looking at her nails, she quirked a brow. “I said what I said.”

“Chloe, how many guys have you hooked up with?”

Her eyes met mine. “In the last week?”

I choked. “I was thinking more like the last year.”

Sitting up straighter, she replied, “I’ve had one hookup this week. Before that, I was in a bit of a dry spell. I dated that one guy who was in the rock band. The sex was out of this world, andLord,could he give great oral.”

I snarled my lip at her. “I don’t need to hear this.”

“You,” she said, pointing to me, “could use a guy’s mouth on that vajayjay of yours. It would loosen you up a bit.”

My cheeks instantly heated. Chloe noticed—and she leaned in closer.

“Soph? Youhavehad oral sex, right?”

When I didn’t answer, she shook her head and pulled out her phone.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m looking up Nick’s number.”

“Nick?”

She looked at me. “The golfer I dated about a year or so ago.”

I knew with every part of my soul that I shouldn’t open my mouth and ask my next question, but I did anyway. “Why are you looking him up?”

“To set you up on a date, of course.”

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