“Then just wait,” she continued. “Maybe try Tinder again.”
“Oh god no. That’s so not me now. I’m about to turn twenty-nine.”
“You’re wanting children?” Jacinta looked shocked.
I fiddled with a coaster. “I’m not that clucky, to be honest. Although Theadora’s just given birth to a beautiful boy. And there’s my nephew Cian, who’s so cute, I could eat him.”
She giggled into her glass. “Just keep dating. I know—let’s go to Paris for Fashion Week.”
“I guess.” I sighed. Perhaps I needed to see a counsellor again. My mood was so low. “Most of the men there are gay. The last time, I ended up with that sexy coke dealer we met on Champs Elysees. Remember that?” I puffed. “I’ll just keep seeing Olivier for now. Maybe I can teach him to go down on me or something.”
“Good luck. It’s not something you can force a guy. He either likes doing it or not.”
“Don’t I know it.” I sighed. “Dusty couldn’t enough of it. He was a pussy juice addict.”
She laughed loudly. “That’s hilarious. Really?”
I nodded with a wistful smile, recalling Dusty getting on his knees and licking me dry. “They were his words. I went from lots of orgasms to fucking nothing. As you know, I’ve never come with a dick before.” I stared down at my fingernails painted like a Kandinsky, thanks to the excellent nail artist at the Pond.
She nodded sympathetically. “Only one person has made me come with his dick, and he broke my fucking heart.”
I patted her hand. “Well, you did fall for the college Casanova.”
“That’s why. Hudson was a fucking god in bed.”
“Better to have experienced it than not. Hey?” I inclined my head.
“I guess. But he set a huge benchmark.”
“Hugebeing the operative word, hey?”
We laughed, and I felt better. A drink and having a heart-to-heart with my bestie worked wonders for my mood.
“Is there anything you like about Olivier?”
“He’s one of us. We share similar stories and experiences about growing up with super rich parents.”
Jacinta clicked her fingernails on her glass. “Andy’s great in bed, but I could never marry him. We have absolutely nothing in common.”
“But that’s the thing. The ones that make us all breathless and steamy are shit to talk to, and the one’s that we relate to are boring fucks.”
She shrugged. “Then wait.”
My phone beeped, and it was Ollie.Where are you? Can we catch up? Like tonight?
I released a breath. “It’s him. He wants to catch up.”
Jacinta’s mouth turned down. “I thought we were clubbing?”
I could use a good workout, and dance clubs beat boring gyms. I wrote.I’m out with Jacinta. Lunch tomorrow?
He wrote back.Sure. I’ll hit the strip clubs with my mates then.
That didn’t even tweak a muscle.Have fun. Don’t drink too much.
I finished my drink, dropped a bill on the plate, and rose. “Come on, then, let’s work off some calories.”
Jacinta followed me out the door. “Let’s go to that place where the sexy daddies hang out.”