Maybe she’s right. I just have to prioritize having mind-blowing sex over the guys I meet and separate the feelings in my heart from those in my hoo-ha.
You mean treat them like a human sex toy, the very thing you despise?
Frowning at the voice in my head, I sigh. I shouldn’t make any decisions tonight. I’ll do what Jonathan suggested and sleep on it. In the morning, with a fresh mind, I might see the world—and my situation—differently.
I take her hand in mine. “Thanks, Kami.”
“You betcha. Chinese takeout’s in the kitchen.”
“Sounds good.”
“I don’t know about you, but I can’t imagine an evening ofThe Bachelorwithout my bestie.” She winks.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, either. I’ll be out in a few.”
Kami closes the door and I start to dress in a clean tank top and pajama shorts when I hear my phone ring. Fishing the device from my purse, I stare with wide eyes at the caller ID. My crappy blind date, Chris.
Of all the people in the world…
I contemplate whether I should answer. Maybe he’s had a change of heart. Maybe he’s sorry.
Or maybe he’s still a jackass.
Admittedly, I’m curious about what he could possibly have to say after calling me an uptight bitch.
“Hello?” I answer cautiously.
“Hey, Katie. It’s Chris. I’m so glad you answered.”
That’s not my name, dipshit.“You are?”
“Yeah. What are you doing right now?”
Is this a joke? Just a few nights ago he insulted me, and now he’s calling to chat? I think I know where this is going, but I’ll play along. Maybe, by some miracle, I’m wrong.
“Not much. What’s up with you?”
“Well, it’supfor you, if you catch my drift.”
His sly laugh grates on my nerves. Yep, this is exactly what I thought—a booty call.
“Even after last weekend?” I remind him.
“Sure. You’ve had time to realize you passed on a golden opportunity. And I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Gee, what are the odds he’s delivered that line to other girls tonight? Wait, I’d rather not know. This conversation already makes me want to gag.
“I thought you said I was a bitch.”
“Don’t be fixated on the past. We got off on the wrong foot, but I’m willing to forgive you.”
Willing to forgive me? What the actual fuck?
Obviously, he’s telling me what he thinks I want to hear for one reason. Emphasis on the wordthink.
“You are, huh?”
“What do you say? Let’s hang out tonight.”