Page 30 of Desperate Desires

“Oh my God, shut up already! You know, it’s not fair for you to brag like that. Not all of us have sausage delivery on speed dial,” Lucy snarked.

“Sausage delivery? Ew!”

I snorted a laugh at Lucy’s clever, and yeah, disgusting description as I stood and walked to my bedroom.

I barely even glanced at the bed, which was good progress.

It had been difficult that first day after I woke to find Ono gone.

Going in there and trying not to think about him proved harder than I’d imagined.

But after a good, thorough, deep clean, I felt moderately better about it.

There was also the fact we’d had sex three times without protection, and as a doctor, and a woman of the 21st Century, I knew better than that.

Lucky for me, I had a birth control implant and access to a lab where I’d sent a vial of blood to be tested almost as soon as I realized he’d gone.

It was a stupid lapse of judgement, but I already had the results, and they’d come back clean.

I had condoms, I just didn’t think to use them.

A mistake I wouldn’t make again.

Frowning, I opened the top drawer of my side table and took out a sealed foil packet, shoving it in the back pocket of the tight black jeans I put on.

“The car’s here, are you ready?” Lucy called from the living room.

“Yeah. I’ll be right there.”

I had no intention of fucking anyone tonight, but I supposed it was better to be prepared.

The fact my chest felt tight, and my stomach nauseated at the thought of sleeping with anyone besides him was not something I wanted to think about.

It was taking me a little while longer to shake off than I expected, but I just needed to keep one thing clear.

Ono Bottarelli was not mine.

What had happened was a fluke.

Just one of those crazy things no one prepared for or expected.

I’d probably never even see him again.

All this moping was pointless. I was done sitting at home and waiting for him to break back into my apartment. Because really, that was what I had been doing.

Like a desperate idiot.

Well, no more. I was going to go out tonight and dance my ass off with my girls.

Fuck beautiful men who thought they could wreck a girl’s whole future with life and death situations and one night of okay sex!

Fine. It was more than okay. But whatever. Not like he needed me to fluff up his ego.

What happened was a one and done. I needed to get out of this slump or whatever this was, and DJ Alpha sounded like the perfect medicine for what ailed me.

“Nice, Shelly. You look goooood,” Micky waggled her eyebrows at me, and I snorted a laugh.

“Shut up, bitch. You’re only saying that cause you bought me this top last year for my birthday,” I said, gesturing to the glittery red confection that hugged my body like a second skin.

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