Page 78 of One Night Only
I close my eyes, trying not to imagine her in the shower, soaping up that perfect body, rubbing her swollen, sensitive pussy, maybe even until she comes again. Man, I need to get a goddamn grip.
“Same.” I chuckle.
We lie there together, so close despite the thousand miles that separate us, and we’re silent, just staring at each other while basking in a post-orgasm bliss for at least a few minutes.
“I need to tell you something,” Emily says, breaking the silence.
I smile. “You can tell me anything, baby. You know that.”
She shuffles her body, sitting up a little in her bed, and I’m not sure why or how, but I can feel the energy shift, and it causes the hairs at the back of my neck to prickle.
“Andy invited me to his house for Shabbat dinner on Friday night,” she says quickly, as if saying the words are like ripping off a Band-Aid.
My brow furrows in confusion. “He did?”
She nods, and I can see her bite down on the inside of her cheek as she hesitates before forcing herself to speak again. “Simon is going to be there.”
Well, there goes my erection.
My jaw clenches, my teeth grinding together as I process exactly what she’s telling me.
“I wanted to say no, but I got the feeling he was—” She shakes her head. “I feel like he knows something is up.”
I want to scream. Yell. Cuss. Because good. IwantAndy to know. I’ll fucking call him right now and tell him over my dead body is my girl going to his Shabbat dinner without me by her damn side. Simon can fuck right off. She’smine. But I know Ican’t do that. I know I can’t tell Emily that. I’m also not a fucking caveman. So, at the risk of cracking a molar, I keep my mouth shut.
“I just wanted to be honest with you,” she continues.
“Wait…” I try to gauge her. “You’regoing?”
“I have to go, Dallas.”
I balk, anger getting the better of me. “Um… no you don’t. You work nine to five, baby. After hours, Andy can’t force you to do shit.”
She cocks her head to the side. “Dallas, he asked me if I have a boyfriend. Then he was making a point of me leaving the event early on Saturday night… he might not know this is happening—” She indicates the two of us. “But he knows something is up. I can tell.”
I swallow that lump that’s wedged itself at the back of my throat, a lump full of vitriol I know I can’t say at the risk of fucking everything up.
“I’m just going to go the dinner. I’ll be cordial. But that’s it. I’m not going to encourage anything. I’m not interested. I?—”
“You swear?”
Emily stares at me, just as shocked as I am by my own question.
I decide to double down because what’s the point in trying to pretend now. “You swear you’re not interested in him? A successful, age-appropriate doctor that Andy hasn’t made you sign a legal document stating that you won’t date?”
Emily continues staring at me for a long moment, her gaze flitting between mine. “Dallas, no. I’m not interested in him at all.” She shakes her head. “Remember earlier when I told you that I trust you?”
I nod.
“Well, you need to trust me too.”
“I do trust you, baby,” I say quickly, because it’s the truth. I trust her more than I trust anyone. And I’d like to hope she trusts me just as much.
A small smile ghosts her lips. “It’s just one night, Dallas. One night just to get Andy off my back, and then that’s it.”
I nod again. “Okay, I guess I can handle one night. But if he so much as even breathes on you the wrong way, I’m gonna show up on Andy’s doorstep with my goalie stick.”
Emily laughs, and the tension in my shoulders eases enough for us to end the call on a good note. But after saying goodbye, the doubt returns, and it’s even worse because without Emily on the phone to talk me off the ledge, all I keep thinking is what if she goes to dinner on Friday night and decides that I’m not the one for her.
