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“Uh…” I breathe. “Maybe give us five minutes.”
“Okay, so wait.”Sunday shakes her head as she takes a sip of her beer. “Do you want him or not? Because it sounds kinda obvious that he wants you.”
I groan and hide my face in the couch cushion. “I don’t know! I mean, I have feelings for him… I think? Those feelings typically go between irritation and horniness, but they’re still feelings.”
“Still cannot believe you’ve only fucked the lumberjack once.” Ren shakes her head in disappointment.
Stevie, who we invited over to Fox’s with us after she got off work, laughs as she plays with Winston. “True, I thought for sure there would’ve at least been a blowy in there.”
Sunday’s mouth drops, and she stares at me in disbelief. “You live here with that god, and you’ve only done it once?! My word, maybe my mama was right, and I am a whore because I would’ve made damn sure that man’s dick was ruined for anyone else.”
“It’s not from a lack of trying!” I huff out while standing to grab a bag to put some clothes and Winston’s things in since he and I will be going to stay with Stevie. “Trust and believe; I’ve never worked so hard or been rejected so many times.”
She laughs and grabs a slice of pizza. Sunday Sutton is a charming, twenty-five-year-old Alabama girl who was a professional ballerina until three years ago. Sunday has epilepsy, and years ago, her seizures were becoming too frequent, and after having them at several events and dances, she decided it was time to retire. Instead of returning home to Alabama,Sunday flew from New York to California and opened her dance studio.
“I don’t know what to do.” I sigh before tossing the bag by the front door. Walking over to the couch, I sit down and grab a piece of pizza even though my stomach is churning. “I can’t be around him because all we do is fight, and I’m sure the main reason we fight is that I’m emotionally and sexually frustrated with him.”
“What are you going to do on Friday?” Ren asks, looking up from kissing Winston’s head. I quirk a brow as I stare at a complete loss in her direction.
“Friday,” she repeats slowly. “You know, the party?”
I sit in confusion until it hits me. We are having a celebration of life party for my dad. Atlas is renting out his apartment building’s clubhouse, and a bunch of Dad’s old tattoo artist friends are getting together. I’d completely forgotten about it. And I have no way of getting out of it.
“You think I could tell Fox he can’t go?” I cringe at Ren’s warning look. “It’s a joke!”
“What if you took a date?” Sunday asks while her mouth is full of pizza.
“That’s a good idea!” Stevie beams as she stares at me, a smile forming on her lips. “You bring a date, and then you won't be alone or have to worry about him.”
“Plus,” Ren says, tapping her chin. “We get just the right guy, and Fox will get all jealous. Maybe it’ll snap him out of whatever inner struggle he’s having.”
I chew on my bottom lip and sigh. Bringing a date is not something I feel comfortable doing, and doing it to make Fox jealous doesn’t sit well with me. Hell, do I even know anyone willing to be seen with me after getting canceled?
“I don’t know. It’s kind of hard for me to get a date since everything that happened with Brody.” Ren rolls her eyes atthe mention of Brody. Sunday makes a small “Hmmm” while tapping her beer bottle against her lips.
“Oh! Luca!” she squeals, and Ren starts cheering.
“Luca?” I ask, suddenly wary of the girls. I look at Stevie for help, but she is at just as much a loss as I am.
“Luca is an exotic dancer. He’s been coming to my classes for two years to up his stage game.” Sunday grins. “He’s gorgeous, and he loves to gush and dote. Also, I know you might be worried about him expecting sex or something, but he’s gay, so he has zero interest. And I’m telling you…” Sunday lets out an exaggerated breath while fanning herself with her hand.
“Here is his Instagram,” Ren says, handing me her phone and oh shit. Okay, this black-haired, tanned Italian Adonis is almost too much to look at. All those perfectly sculpted muscles—
“Is that an eight-pack?” I ask, and Sunday nods, raising her hand in praise.
“The Lord gave to this man, and it was good.”
“Are you even sure he would help? I mean, he looks way out of my league. I doubt it would be believable that he and I are dating.”
“First off, if he were straight, Luca would most certainly not be out of your league. And second, he is an escort. He does this shit all the time. I’ll see if he’s free.” Sunday grabs her phone and starts tapping away. I looked nervously at Ren and Stevie. I don’t like new men. But Ren seems to be okay with it. I’m sure he’s nice, and it would be fun to have someone dote on me all night to help with the awkwardness of Fox and then the fact that I didn’t want to go and feel the overwhelming grief I knew I would from talking about my dad’s passing.
“Yay!” Sunday squeals. “He said he’d love to!”
“Oh! Tell him to do the Italian accent!” Ren bounces excitedly before nudging me. “It’s like sex in voice form.”
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