Page 29 of Drunk Dialing My Enemy

If only I was this smooth in high school. Would have been able to put a lot of bullies in their place. Luckily, Dot was always close by to help me out back then.

Speaking of Dot, she’s walking back in the door now.

“William Lewis is a douchebag!” she groans. “Decaf coffee, though? Why would the intern buy decaf? Does he have a death wish?”

She looks at my face, then spots Heather hovering nearby.

“Oh no,” she says. “What the hell do you want?”

“I was walking by and noticed Katie and -”

“And thought you’d take the opportunity to humiliate her on a special day?” Dot snaps, hands on her hips. “Seriously? Don’t you have anything better to do with your free time?”

“I just -”

“I don’t know why you insist on torturing my friend, here,” Dot continues. “I know my brother better than anyone. He was never interested in you. Not even for a moment. No matter how many times you called our house or brought him water during football practice.”

I laugh aloud and Heather looks from Dot to me, mouth squinched up like she’s just sucked on a lemon.

“Clearly he’s into Katie,” Dot continues. “Who is nothing like you. Thank god. So you never had a chance and you never will.No amount of being mean to Katie is going to do anything about it. Except maybe piss my brother off, because anyone who has a problem with Katie has a problem with Darren, too.”

After Heather is gone, Dot gives me a hug.

“She’s a jealous bitch.”

“I know.”

“You really don’t,” Dot shakes her head. “I always wondered why she hated you so much. Now I realize. It’s because she knew what you meant to my brother. How did she know he was in love with you, but I had no idea?”

“She was attuned to him,” I shrug. “You weren’t. He’s just your big dorky brother, to you. To her, he was everything.”

I know how it feels, because Darren was everything to me in high school, too. My crush on him consumed me. And now as a grown woman, I am still crazy about him.

Even though Heather has always been mean to me, I still find a way to feel some empathy for her.

“She’s horrible,” Dot glares at the door Heather exited through.

“Nobody who is truly happy with themselves would treat another person the way she’s treated me,” I say with a shrug. “Whatever it is that’s causing her to lash out at people like this, I hope she heals from it.”

Dot shakes her head.

“You’re a bigger person than me.”

“What can I say? Being happily settled with my fiance has changed me.”

“You just wanted an excuse to say ‘my fiance’, didn’t you?”

“Of course. I only get to say it for four more days!”

I gasp for air, fisting the sheets in my hands. I’m on all fours, staring at Darren’s headboard as an earth-shattering orgasm ripples through my entire body. My second orgasm since I came home from the dress fitting.

His strong hands grip my hips and pull my ass back against him as he slams into me.

This? This is my favorite position. It’s the perfect angle, allowing me to take all of him without it being uncomfortable at all. At just the right angle, the sensations it causes basically melt my brain.

In a good way, obviously.

And ever since Darren learned that this position is my favorite, it’s all that he wants to do. He likes to please me in every way in life, and the bedroom is no different.

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