Page 146 of Tempting All The Way

I wonder how many of them he’s already fucked? Is he a regular? He must be to be handing out guest cards, right?

It doesn’t matter, because I don’t care. I can’t have him, so someone else might as well enjoy the benefits—AKA the world’s best bloody orgasms.

I open my apartment door to find all three of my best friends already inside. I really should rethink the wholeeveryone having a keything.

“Food, wine, and more food. That’s what I need. Right after I shower,” I tell them before heading to my bedroom. And of course they all follow me.

“Put this on,” Daisy says, handing me a slinky black dress.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because we’re going dancing and I’m not taking no for an answer. So shower, dress, then come eat. I’m ordering pizza,” she replies with a grin.

“Okay, you had me at pizza.” I laugh, placing the dress on the bed, and head for the shower.

The aroma of tomato sauce and cheese fills my tiny apartment as I walk back out to the living room. The girls are all sprawled out on the sectional sofa in their usual places. I take up the open seat on the end, my hands grabbing a slice of pizza.

I take a huge bite and look up to find all three girls staring at me expectantly. “What?” I ask around a mouthful of food.

“Really? You’re just going to sit there and pretend we’re not waiting for details? What the hell are you hiding, Dani?” Eloise scolds me.

“I’m not hiding anything. I’ve just been busy. I did start a new job,” I’m quick to remind them.

“Backtrack then. Who did you disappear with Sunday night?”

“A stranger I met in that sex club you pushed me into.” I point at her.

“A stranger? So… was it good?”

“The best sex I’ve ever had.” I smile.

“I knew it. You’ve been shacking up all week, haven’t you?” Daisy accuses.

“No, I haven’t.”

“So you haven’t seen thisstrangeragain?” Claire asks, putting extra emphasis on the wordstranger.

“I’ve seen him. Every day in fact, because he’s my bloody boss,” I tell them.

All three girls just gape at me with their mouths hanging open.

“You’re fucking your boss?” Eloise finally asks.

“No, I fucked him. Once. I didn’t know who he was then.”

“Oh my god, this could only happen to you.” Daisy laughs.

“I’m glad my misery is giving you entertainment.” I take another big bite out of my slice of pizza.

“Wait…misery? Has he been an ass? Treating you badly at work?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… Did you miss the part about the best sex of my life and how I can’t have it anymore. I got it once. And now I’m forced to go through life having mediocre sex that will never match up.” I sigh and throw myself back on the sofa.

“That’s dramatic. Even for you. Okay, so why can’t you have it again? Does he not want a repeat performance?” Claire asks.

“No, he does. But he’s my boss. I can’t screw my boss,” I tell them.

“But you already have, so that argument is lost.” Eloise laughs.

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