Page 19 of The Enemy's Daughter

“I was, but, erm, we didn’t make it out.”

“Did he stand you up?” Rebecca asked.

“No. Erm, something else stood up, and well, I think I’ve just made a big mistake.”

“You’re not making sense.”

“I’ve just fucked my date. The guy I met yesterday. The older guy. Blue, remember!”

“Oh my God, you little slut.” Rebecca squealed. “Was he good?”

Bella sighed, and moved to lean against the counter. The movement reminded her of how tender she actually was between her thighs.

“He’s so damn good. He’s gone to get some condoms. Tell me I’ve got to keep him away, that what I’m doing is a big mistake.”

“Nope. Not going to happen. I’m surprised he didn’t have to dust between your thighs it has been that long. I want all the juicy details, and if he’s coming back, I think we should talk tomorrow. Don’t you?”

“I’ve got to have dinner with my dad tomorrow.”

“Ugh, later that night?” Rebecca asked. “Can you record it?”

“Ew! I’m not going to do that. There’s no chance of me recording myself. Gross.”

“It’s a thought. I’m not dating, and I’m trying to get my kicks any way I can.”

Shaking her head, Bella glanced over at the clock to see some time had passed. “Crap, I’ve got to go. Talk to you soon.”

Hanging up the phone, Bella rushed around her apartment, making sure everything was put into place. This was fine.

She could handle this.

Totally. Nothing like a hot guy to entertain, to enjoy a Saturday night.

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