Page 11 of Dirty Dix

Clearing my throat, I propose, “Maybe you could tell him I said hi? Next time you see him?”

“Of course. I can do that. You know, maybe you could call? I think he’d like that,” she softly suggests.

“Yeah, maybe,” I reply, not meaning a word.

Thankfully, the server interrupts our awkward conversation and puts an end to me justifying why I’m not a terrible son.

The evening is still young, so we decide to walk down to Central Park.

Ralph and Marie are at a vendor’s cart buying pretzels when Hunter pulls me aside and asks, “What’s up with you?”

“Care to be a little more specific?” I say, while reading through the emails on my phone.

“You haven’t checked out one single girl all night. That brunette server was basically offering her tits as a plate for your steak, and you hardly noticed. What’s up, dude? I’m worried. You’re not about to do something stupid and become celibate, right?” he asks seriously, and I can’t help but chuckle, as Hunter is never one to mince his words.

“You call me a manwhore. And now the thought of me becoming celibate is stupid?”

“Well, I know something is up. So spit it out.”

Sighing, I run a hand through my disheveled hair, and I know the only way to shut him up is to tell him the truth. “I met this chick at work. Actually, I met two chicks,” I correct.

“You do remember your workplace isn’t a brothel, right?”

“Ha, very funny. I met girl number one, Madison, on Friday night,” I explain, unable to keep the affection from my voice.

“I thought she was just a random hookup?”

I pull a grossed-out face when I realize he’s talking about the blonde. “No, not her. I fucked her to get Madison out of my system.”

Hunter grins. “But I’m guessing it didn’t work?”

“You guessed right. She was so incredibly…sweet.”

“And girl number two?” he asks, folding his arms across his chest.

I sigh. “Girl number two is the complete opposite to Madison. For starters, I met her at work.”

“Uh-oh,” Hunter butts in, but I hold up my hand, telling him to zip it. Thankfully he complies.

“She’s a patient, and before you start with the third degree, I didn’t do anything.”

Hunter nods, his lips pulled in tight.

“She’s trouble, man, I know it, but I can’t stop thinking about her. She wrote her fucking number in bright red lipstick across my bathroom mirror,” I confess.

“She what?” Hunter says incredulously. “No way!’

“Yes way,” I counter because it’s very true.

“So what’s she seeing you for?” he asks, totally ignoring patient/doctor confidentiality.

“I can’t tell you. That’s between my patient and me,” I reply, half serious.

“Oh, bullshit! If you’re thinking about screwing her, then I think that rule is entirely void.”

He’s right, so I sheepishly reply, “She’s addicted to sex.”

Hunter’s mouth pops open. He shakes his head animatedly and jams his finger into my chest. “You need to stay away from this little sex fiend, Dix. With your man-whoring tendencies, and her out-of-control libido, you’ll end up fucking one another to death. Not to mention, she is your patient,Dr.Mathews.”

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