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"That's all I want. I'm not in the mood for love—just multiple orgasms."
I smirk when she wiggles her eyebrows.
"Did you just say multiple orgasms?" Debra from accounting asks.
Jamie grins. "I so did. I'm going to have them tonight with a beautiful stranger."
"You need to be careful. They could turn out to be a serial killer or something," Debra informs Jamie.
"You watch too many crime shows," Jamie retorts. "You should come along."
"I don't think Stewart would appreciate me going to a meat market to try to pick up a guy," Debra says, reminding Jamie of her husband of nine years.
"There is that. I always forget you're married. You're too beautiful for one man."
I pour myself some more coffee. The coffee in the break room isn't nearly as bad on this floor as it is on mine. I guess HR gets the shitty stuff. Lord knows there are no hot men to look at up there, though Mark does walk through quite a bit. He's nearly as good looking as Derrick—nearly. Derrick is all tall, dark, and delicious, whereas Mark is long, lean, and pretty. He's definitely a pretty boy and he knows it. Then there's Alex. He's all broad-shouldered, big, and beautiful with his caramel skin and full lips. Those three together are a formidable force for any woman's panties. I think just a look from all three would have panties dropping without a word.
"Have you seen Debra's husband?" I ask Jamie.
"No."
"Oh my. Debra, show her a photo of Stewart," I insist. Stewart reminds me of Ryan Reynolds. Who can resist a guy like that?
While they fawn over Stewart, I call Levi who assures me he can get us in—and he's coming, too.
I turn to them as break time ends. "It's all set. Tonight we party."
CHAPTER FOUR
Audra
The minute I told Shannon we were going to The Vault, she got up from the sofa and ran into her bathroom. I've only heard music and the hair dryer ever since. She's got the R&B playing. I guess I know what her plans are for tonight.
She'll have no problem picking up a guy, if she wants one. She's got the long blonde hair, blue eyes, hourglass figure, and she knows how to make her presence known.
I've tamed my own blonde curls with my straightening iron and spritz, went with full smoky eyeshadow that works well with my green eyes, now I'm stuck trying to figure out what to wear. I need to decide this before I choose what shade of lipstick to use.
"What are you wearing?" Shannon asks from the doorway. I look over and let out a sexy whistle.
"Damn. I may as well just stay home." She's wearing a black dress that hardly more than a few dark scraps of fabric covering her private bits and the rest of the dress is a sheer black. Her hair is perfect with flowing waves of platinum. She chose cherry red lipstick and heels.
"No way. Move over and let me see," she tells me, nudging me to the side so she can scroll through my closet. "This. The black with spaghetti straps. It brings out your eyes and shows off your rack."
"Jeez," I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
"What? If I had tits like yours, I'd show them off every chance I got. The shelf in this dress is perfect for that," she informs me, handing me the dress.
I take the dress and move to my bathroom.
"Hurry up. Levi may be picking up Jamie first, but he's expected to be here in five. You better be ready, or he'll will have a fit."
I groan. "I remember last time. I'm almost done." Last time Levi stomped up to our door and barged in, and went full on male, “Are you ready yet? We’re late.” I felt like a married person whose husband was scolding them.
I pull the dress on and stare at myself. Fuchsia lipstick finishes off the look.
"Shoes," Shan says, thrusting a strappy black pair toward me.
"My clutch is ready," I tell her, closing the buckle on the last shoe.
