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“I think that’s my Uber,” I said, pointing to the parking lot up ahead. “Black Nissan Sentra.”

Veronica looked at her phone. “Mine is the white Accord right behind it.” She turned to face me directly. “Thanks for inviting me out for drinks. It was a lot of fun.”

“You paid for the drinks, so I should be thanking you.”

She grinned, then hugged me. I wrapped her into my arms and savored the way her body felt against mine.

You can feel more of it,a voice whispered in my head.If you invite her back to your place, she’ll say yes.

She pulled away from the hug, but kept her body close, staring up into my eyes. She batted her eyelashes expectantly, pursing her lips together in the sexiest little pout. And then she was leaning in for a kiss, and I wanted those lips to touch mine desperately…

…but then I moved my head to the side and kissed her on the cheek instead.

“Let’s do it again sometime,” I said, leaving her embrace and opening the car door for her. “Text me when you get home safe?”

She blinked in confusion, then nodded. “I will. Goodnight.” Veronica got into the car, and I closed the door for her.

Then I got into my own Uber and thought,What the hell is wrong with me?

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Veronica

What the hell is wrong with Adam?

I had given him every sign in the book. I ground my ass into him on the dance floor. I suggested we go somewhere else, by which I meantmy place. I even gave him my best fuck-me eyes when we said goodnight. Did he have the same stupid rule that Luke did about first dates, or was he actually gay after all?

No, definitely not gay. At least, not based on the steel rod of a cock I felt against my ass while we danced. He was definitely straight, and was digging everything I did.

It probably went back to the reason I thought he was there: he only asked me out to help me make Luke jealous. He was doing a favor for a member of his flight crew. That was the only possible explanation, and it explained why I was getting a weird vibe from him all night.

I was sexually frustrated on the ride home. Just as much as I was in my hotel room last night before Luke appeared at my door. Why couldn’t I have a normal date where we had a few drinks, danced a little bit, and then had sex without any weird roadblocks?

The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became. I pulled out my phone with the intention of texting Adam and bluntly asking him what was up, but then I saw Luke’s text from earlier that night. And I decided to respond to that instead.

Luke: Whenever you get home tonight, text me. I want to explain everything to you.

Me: I’m almost home. You can go ahead and explain everything now.

Luke: Can we meet somewhere?

Me: No, because I’m too drunk to drive, and I don’t want to pay for a third Uber tonight.

Luke: How about I meet at your place?

Me: I don’t want you to meet at my place. If you meet at my place, we’re going to do a sex together. Because I’m drunk and horny.

Luke: I honestly don’t see any downside to this plan.

Me: The downside is that I don’t WANT to do a sex with you. I’m mad because you have a secret family in Omaha.

Luke: Uhh

Luke: Is that a euphemism?

Me: Maybe you don’t have a secret family in Omaha. But you definitely have a girlfriend or fiancée you’re cheating on.

Luke: What on earth gave you that idea?

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