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“Duh, I’ve known you half my life. If I didn’t know what would make you feel better, I’d be a shitty best friend. It’s just like when you buy me a new sex toy to try to make my day better. We have our own language.”

She wasn’t wrong. I often bought the craziest thing in the sex store or ordered from a dildo shop online that made literally anything. Just recently, I’d purchased a hellhound dildo to help her live out her monster smut fantasies. If I was in charge of our book blind date, I would’ve gotten her some kind of monster smut because that always made her feel better. Part of me wondered if it came from the idea of mating and being loved no matter what because morethan one guy had said Luce was too much. Her personality was too big for them, but it’d never be enough for me and the right guy… like my clamorous talking that annoyed most. My need to speak so frequently made me wonder if it stemmed from never being heard by my dad.

The door to my suite had an echoing knock, making my friend pop up to go answer it. I followed to see what came this time. Once she ordered male strippers to my room, so we had to make some rules. She opened the door to reveal a box of Chinese takeout that I could make out from my hiding place. Unlike her, I didn’t enjoy the world seeing me in lingerie.

Luce gasped at the man after taking the food, but I couldn’t see him yet. “Well, aren’t you just a delightfully delicious delivery boy.”

By her purr, I knew exactly where her thoughts were leading. “No threesome, Luce!”

She gave a defeating groan before handing the boy a cash tip with her business card for him to give her a ring. She’d probably have him open a pizza box like a glory hole for his dick. “She ruins all the fun. I keep telling her threesomes get better after the first, but she won’t believe me.”

My mind went back to when we did fuck a guy together. It made me uncomfortable sharing, even with my bestie. While I loved her, I didn’t love when the man inside of me watched her instead. We’d keep our different views on that, but we still loved each other. Plus, I never told her exactly why I didn’t enjoy it. It felt like a personal thing after being cheated on by a stupid ex. We could be open about our sex lives with no shame, but I learned I didn’t keep the fundamental preschool skill of sharing when it came to my bedroom fun. Now give me a group of guys wanting to adore my body, we’d be having a different conversation.

Luce carried the takeout to our bed and set it down on the serving tray we had. Finding the two fortune cookies, she handed me one. “You know the rules. Dessert first, then we eat during the movie.”

Laughing, I took mine and cracked it for the fortune paper. It only made me smile even more because they were always so cheesy.“A routine task will turn into an enchanting adventure.”

Luce made a face when she opened hers, telling me I was going to love it. “To truly find yourself, play hide and seek alone… What the hell? No, thank you!”

“I don’t think your cookie knows you very well,” I chuckled before climbing onto the bed. Even though they were cheesy and often inaccurate or so ambiguous that they could mean anything, I wanted mine to be true. An enchanting adventure sounded lovely.

Chapter 3

Vicki

"So, you're in I.T. like technology?" I questioned my date, holding the hot caramel macchiato I ordered to go. Leopold got his in one of their house cups that could get refills from being basic coffee. He probably hoped this date would last longer than I planned because I didn't hold out hope like that anymore. None of these panned out, and the one that could, would've already captured my attention within the first ten minutes. We barely sat down, so we had time.

This one had more charm to him. My attraction came two days ago when he swiped me on the app and held a conversation. Luce nearly killed me when she found out I had this date because I made her swear to force me todelete it. To be fair, I did delete it, but I got this guy's number before doing so. Maybe I reeked of desperation, but I really wanted something real. Something that would capture me whole and refuse to let me go. I really needed something like the fortune cookie I read in the hotel room because work sucked this week, and it was only Tuesday. The mundane threatened my sanity, and I’d been lonely.

"That I am," he replied with a voice deeper than I was prepared for. He had this sexy nerd look like he could hold down a great job, but he'd make me his dirty little slut in the bedroom. I leaned closer.

"When I asked where you worked in your messages, you avoided the question." This time my lean came with a quirked brow, nearly interrogating him. It made me breathe in his intoxicating scent. Whatever cologne he wore, drove me wild, and I'd never smelled it on anyone else before. It had this spicy musk, but a lavender mint followed. I could smell that shit all day and let him fuck me as I got a high from it.

"Ah, yes. Well, I'm in between jobs at the moment, so it's always a little weird to say that to someone you're just talking to. Some just see a jobless loser instead of a human and stop talking from there."

"So you waited until the date to tell me?" I flipped one of my braids over my shoulder. I wore two loose ones that I stretched and pulled to be flirtier but also to show I was being casual. My pink sweater fit the slight chill, and my skirt showed my wider hips in an enticing way to say, “I have curves, look.”

"There's a probability in it." His smile grew to tell me about something he enjoyed. "I'd have a higher chance of you staying and talking to me in person than I would over the phone. It's easier to see me as a person when it's not over text."

"So I’m a test to collect data from?" I didn't like that.

"Oh, heavens no! I wanted to meet you because our conversations led me to believe our in-person ones would be even better. And you match your pictures, another bonus to discover by having coffee." He raised his before taking a sip.

His thick frame glasses were doing ungodly things to my wicked mind. My eyes traced his frame, noting how tight his button-down plaid shirt pulled over his bicep when he raised it. Now those muscles might be able to do something extra fun and kinky. His skin was pale, so the dark blue in his shirt made the contrast stronger. Redhair sat in curls on the top of his head, begging for my hand to latch into them as he slammed me against the wall.

And this was my problem. I looked at every suitor like they could do what I wanted, but most let me down when we took it to that level.

I lifted my drink to hide my smile created by ogling, but I could tell he noticed my attraction to him. "Okay, what happened with your last job?"

My lips avoided forming why he got fired, choosing a more positive approach. He seemed to like that, but a sadness swept over his eyes. "The CEO closed down the whole factory I worked at. Eighty people lost their jobs in the lay off."

"Oh my god, that's terrible!" Unprepared for that, I sat back and looked into his eyes to see he spoke the truth. "I'm so sorry."

"I'll be one of the lucky ones." He shrugged. "My degree opens doors for me. It'll be the line workers who will struggle."

This date stripped the libido right out of me. All my sexual thoughts burned away, disintegrating into nothing. He noticed the shift in the mood, shaking his head. "But don't let that ruin this. Like I said, I'll be fine. I have a nicepayout about to come my way from it. Plus, it gave me the availability to meet you."

His attention to the positive felt unreal because most would blame the world for their problems. I liked it, smiling to show I did. Just when I thought we could go further than a first date, my alarm began going off on my phone. I previously warned Leopold I'd have to leave for a work errand, but I wanted to meet him before it. He agreed, knowing he'd only get to introduce himself for twenty minutes. Luce and I learned it was ideal to do a first date right before we had to be somewhere to leave. Our exit would either be our saving grace, or it'd show us we wanted a second one.

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