Page 54 of Four-ever Single

“Are you saying Capshaw is eggplant level?” I asked, lowering my voice the best I could.

She shrugged, but a sly grin spread across her cheeks.

“It would be pretty close.”

“No shit.” I nodded approvingly.

“What about Jones? Where does he lie in the produce department?”

“He’s like one of those home-grown zucchinis. The ones that are long and thick, not the wimpy supermarket ones.”

“Sounds delicious.”

I giggled and covered my mouth as I looked at her.

“Sorry, I’m hungry, and the thought of eating fried zucchini got my appetite going.”

“Same. I’m going to need real food soon. I’m tempted to eat this,” I said, picking up the floppy cucumber and frowning. “Or maybe not.”

I took another drink, enjoying the bitter taste of the wine on my tongue. The woman was still talking, somehow shifting into a conversation about women’s pleasure as Lia hung on her every word. I picked up my phone and opened my text messages, finding the last one Jones had sent. I hadn’t deleted the dick pic he sent earlier, but I also didn’t want to get caught staring at it, so I typed out a new message and hit send.

Me: Your cock is better than all of the cucumbers in the world

I went to set it down on the counter behind me, assuming he was busy with the guys having his bachelor party, but it immediately dinged with a new message alert.

Jones: Should I be jealous of a cucumber?

My cheeks split as I grinned down at my phone.

Me: Not at all. You’re so much better than a cucumber. You’re a home-grown zucchini.

Jones: (scared eye emoji)

Jones: Do I want to know what you girls are doing?

Me: Probably not.

Jones: How are you?

Me: Missing you and your cock.

Jones: My cock and I miss you too.

Me: Are you enjoying your night? Are there any naked girls I need to worry about?

Jones: I am enjoying the night, and no, there are no naked girls. I have no desire to see anyone but you, Bella.

Me: (heart emoji)

I didn’t think I’d had that much wine, but talking to Jones made me feel like I was drunk. He relaxed me in a way that I still didn’t understand yet.

Me: I will let you go but just wanted to say I miss your zucchini. You really know how to use it.

Jones: I miss your pussy and can’t wait to tend to your garden.

I laughed and put my phone away, trying to enjoy my last night as a single woman.

Thirty-Two

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