Page 14 of Tuned To Break
“Have some fun with it?” I have no clue what my best friend is plotting.
“Tease him a little. Give it back to him. Try and push him, see how far he’ll go. We all know you’ve got that secret kink where you want some guy’s hand wrapped around your throat when you come,” Megan whisper-yells as someone walking past gasps and glances from her to me at her comment.
“Sorry,” I offer to the stranger, but they ignore me with a shake of their head. I think about what she just said. My life has been a bit monochromatic recently. I’m stuck in a routine. One that I love, but maybe spicing things up is exactly what I need.
“That might not be a bad idea. Maybe this is what I’m missing—some fun in my life.”
“Yeah, you definitely need some fun in your life,” Emily encourages. “I love having you at the coffee shop, but it’s the same customers, the same routine every day. Besides that dickhead you threw out last week, we rarely have any issues. You need to get out a little bit more. How many times have you binge-watched Dexter?”
“More times than I can count.”
“Exactly. It would be good for you to expand your circle. Maybe find a dick to ride.”
“Yeah, girl, you need dick, and you need it hard and fast. You just need to get laid,” Megan pipes in, sipping her drink.
“You think? The last time was months before meeting the masked guy. And even with him, I didn’t get what I wanted. I needed dick, and I needed it hard, fast, and no questions asked. But apparently that didn’t go to plan, although I’m not complaining because the orgasm was worth it. I will say this, though, if my mystery man had dragged me into the bathroomand told me to get on my knees that night, I would have done it. If he had told me to bend over—no problem.”
The girls are right. I need to get laid. You know what they say about not mixing business with pleasure; that you shouldn’t do it. However, I feel like I could compartmentalise with the guys. From what I’ve heard and witnessed today, I feel like they’d get some enjoyment out of having someone fight back. Someone who will joke with them. Talk back to them and put them in their place when they test boundaries a little bit. And if I can make Jake break? Well, that’ll be even better.
“You’ve got that look on your face,” Megan points out.
“What look?” I ask curiously.
“The one that says you’re plotting out what you’re going to wear tomorrow. Maybe your tight skirt, white tank top, black heels, green glasses.”
“Why that outfit?”
“Because your tits look fantastic in that top. That skirt makes your arse look good, and those heels—nobody can ignore those.”
“What about if I wear the heels from that night?” I can see the outfit coming together in my head. Doc’s is the kind of place I could wear jeans and sneakers, but where’s the fun in that?
“Perfect idea. Definitely do that. See what happens.”
Emily looks at me with mischief in her eyes. “What are you planning, Em?”
“I think you should have tomorrow off.”
“Why?”
“Maybe you should surprise them and show up for a full day’s work on Tuesday when they’re only expecting you for half a day.”
I toy with the idea, wondering whether Arden would be up for it.
“Are you sure you’d be okay at the coffee shop?”
“Yeah, of course. We’ve got Bree coming in, and I’m training a new girl as well, so we’ll be fine.”
“I’ll call Arden in the car on my way home and see if it’s okay if I pick up some extra hours. Just tell him it’s a mess and see whether he’ll approve the overtime.”
“Girl, he’s paying you forty-five dollars an hour. He’s got the money to pay you. I don’t think it’ll be a problem,” Megan says.
“Yeah, I think you’re right.”
Logan comes back over to take our food orders, and the rest of the evening passes in our usual girlfriend chit-chat.
I tell the girls goodbye and get in my car. Connecting to the Bluetooth, I call Arden.
“Please do not tell me you’re calling to quit,” he says when he answers.
