Page 170 of Tempting All The Way

I pull my phone out. There’re a million messages from the girls. I don’t have time to go through them all right now, but I do need to let them know I’m still alive.

Me:

Haven’t died from orgasms yet. Still alive and kicking.

Eloise:

Thank god!

Daisy:

Well, when I die, I want it to be from an orgasm.

Claire:

I want to go out in my sleep, with my husband by my side. We’re dying together when we’re old and grey and wrinkly.

Me:

You’re not going to marry Ryan Gosling, Claire.

Claire:

Don’t shit on my Notebook fantasies, boss fucker!

Me:

You’re just jealous you’re having a dry spell. Also, that boss fucks really, really well.

Eloise:

Okay, we need to meet this boss who fucks really, really well!!!

Me:

One day, but that day is not today. Gotta go. Work calls.

Daisy:

You mean the sexy boss man calls.

Tucking my phone into my bag, I jump out and head to the elevator. I look back at the car when it makes a beeping sound like it’s locking behind me. Weird, because I don’t have a key. But it is one of those Teslas—the whole thing is like something out ofThe Jetsons.

Chapter Sixteen

It’s been a week since Dani first stayed the whole night at my apartment. Tonight we’re at her place. She insisted that she needed to come home and water her plants or some shit. I look around the space. There are no plants in sight.

It doesn’t really matter to me where we are though, as long as I fall asleep next to her and wake up the same way in the morning. I’m pouring us each a glass of wine. Dani’s insistedon showering without me. Something about maintenance that I don’t need to be a part of. I have no idea what that means. But knowing she’s in the shower, naked, wet without me… I don’t like it. I feel like I’m missing out.

IknowI’m missing out.

The door to her apartment opens, and I jump around, ready to attack our would-be intruders, when three women stare back at me with their mouths gaping open. I look from one to the other. I’m taking an educated guess that these are the friends Dani’s told me so much about.

“Hi,” I offer.

“Yeah, we’re going to need one of those,” the tall blonde says to me, pointing to the two glasses of wine I have sitting on the counter.

Dani’s apartment is small. The front door opens onto the kitchen dining area, then just beyond that is the living room. There’s one bedroom and one bathroom. But I don’t mind it. Being here is like being surrounded by Dani. The whole place screams her personality and character.

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