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“Hello?”

“You miss me already? Was it my charming personality or my big dick?”

Kim gasps, which makes me laugh. This is who I am. I’m fun, crude, and a cocky bastard. “Bodhi, I can’t believe you said that.”

“But you’re thinking it now, aren’t you?”

She gets quiet, and I know she’s remembering our time in the closet.

“Kimberly,” I say huskily, “if it helps, I’m thinking about you and your face when I make you come. Right now it’s going to get me through the days of not seeing you.”

“I think about you too,” she says quietly. “It’s going to be a long week.”

“We’ll make the best of it, baby. I promise.”

I change the subject

quickly because the sex talk is going to get me riled up and I don’t have a picture of Kim to jack off to. Having blue balls until she gets here isn’t really the type of thing I want to experience.

We stay on the phone for an hour, making plans for this weekend and promises to each other that we’re going to do everything we can to get to know each other. I add the bonus promise of me doing everything I can do to make her come, repeatedly, so that she doesn’t forget me when she has to go back to work.

Chapter 16

Kimberly

“He said what? You did what?” Daphne is yelling, with her arms waving around in the air like a crazy woman. Her wine is spilling all over my couch. Chick can’t hold her liquor.

“He asked me if I missed his dick and I told him yes,” I say, covering my face. “What the hell is wrong with me? Oh, I know,” I say, answering my own question. “I’m a whore.” I reach for my glass of wine and guzzle it down, hoping to numb my brain. I figure if it’s numb I can’t remember how utterly ridiculous I am.

“You’re not a whore, Kimmy. But now I have to know, who is this guy?”

I shake my head, unsure if I should tell her now or make her wait until my face is plastered all over Page Six after I go see him. Holding his identity close to my heart for a little while longer is a nice thought. On the other hand, she’s my best friend, and if I’m going to be dating him, they’ll likely meet.

“Have you told your father that you humped one of his patients?”

My face turns red, and I empty the wine bottle into my glass and drink it down.

“I take that as a no.”

“God, no. What am I going to do?”

Daphne falls to the couch as if she’s exasperated by my messed-up life. “Let me see if I have this correct. You have a hot man with a dick that you miss and you’re worried about your dad?”

I shake my head. “Yes and no, but more no. If I tell my dad that I’m seeing this guy, he’s going to ask how it all came about. I can’t lie to him, and once I tell him the truth, he’s going to hate me, D. He’s never going to trust me again and I’ll likely lose my job.”

She turns and faces me, taking hold of my hand. “You’re doing the cock—” She stops when she sees my mouth drop open, and then she laughs. She’s had way too much to drink. “Sorry. I mean you’re seeing the guy this weekend, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And it’s not uncommon for you to take off on weekends when you don’t have a patient. So I would just tell your dad that you ran into him over the weekend. He doesn’t have to know you’ve been having wet dreams about the guy since the day he showed up.”

I think about her suggestion and figure it’s the only one that will work. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if I lost my job, but I’d like to at least keep my father’s respect.

“Now tell me who he is.”

I bite my lip and look at her, finally sighing. “Bodhi McKnight.”

She shrieks and starts jumping up and down on my couch. Very juvenile, if you ask me.


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