Page 62 of Mr. Not Quite Perfect

He shook his head. “No, it’s fine. Two keys, please.”

I stared at him in surprise. “You’re getting two keys?”

“Sure. If you want to have dinner with your best friend and you don’t want me there, I don’t want to intrude.”

He sounded slightly hurt, and I was surprised by that.

“I mean, it’s fine if you really want to have dinner with us. Sure.”

He smiled warmly at me then. “Cool. Why don’t you call her and make a reservation somewhere? I’ll finish up here.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’m just going to go stand over there.”

I pointed at a tree that was in the lobby, and he nodded. I walked over and pulled open my phone. Poppy answered on the second ring.

“Hey, chica, what’s going on? You in SF yet?”

“Hey, girl. Yeah.”

“Ooh, yay. When do I get to see you?”

“Actually, are you free tonight?”

“Of course,” she said. “What do you want to do?”

“Um, do you want to grab dinner?”

“Yay. Of course. Where do you want to go?”

“Um, so about that.”

“Yeah. What is it?”

“Travis is going to join us.”

“Travis, as in Mr. Covington? As in your boss who gave you the best orgasm of your life?”

“Oh my God. Keep your voice down, Poppy.”

“What? No one can hear me unless I’m on speakerphone.” She giggled.

“You’re not.” I sighed. “But yes, that Travis. He wants us all to have dinner together.”

“I’m going to meet Mr. Orgasm.”

“Do not call him Mr. Orgasm.”

“Okay. What should I call him, then? Mr. Big Schlong?”

“Poppy!” I started laughing. “Really?”

“What? You did say he had a big schlong, or would you rather big dick? Or a cock? Mr. Big Cock? No, that sounds weird. Mr. Big Dick? That sounds pervy.”

“I’m not calling him any of those things.”

“Okay. What about Mr. Perfect?”

“He’s so not perfect,” I said. “You’re not calling him that.”

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