“Grant is acting super weird lately.”
“How so?”
She gives me a guilty look. “He wants sex a lot. Like all the time. Like several times a day.”
Cassandra scoffs. “What’s the problem with that?”
Rayne shakes her head. “I don’t have a problem with it. I don’t mind it at all. It’s just unusual, that’s all.”
I rub her back. “You guys have always had a healthy sex life. Maybe he’s just appreciating what he has.”
She slowly nods. “Maybe. We’ve always had a good amount of sex, but multiple times a day every day is more than our normal.”
Cassandra looks at Rayne. “Enjoy it while it lasts.”
She then turns to me. “You need to do more than just use dating apps to meet men. I never used apps and I always met men before Trevor. There are a lot of upscale bars with appropriate men for you. You don’t have to give up the internet dating, just add some bars to the mix. You’ll meet a lot of men that way. I’ll give you the names of a few. I’ll even go as your wingman, if you want.”
Hmm. She does make a good point. Maybe I need to meet men the old-fashioned way.
Chapter Seven
Date Count: 116/117
Melissa
It’s a Thursday night, and I’m meeting Izzy for drinks at one of the bars Cassandra suggested. Jackson and Darian are taking everyone to Mexico tomorrow for a long weekend, and I agreed to watch the twins since they’re a bit young to travel. So this will be my only adult night for the entire weekend.
Rayne is with her family, and Cassandra wants to spend the night with the twins since she won’t see them all weekend. It’s just Izzy and me. We’re the two single girls, so it’s probably better this way. I can only imagine how Cassandra would behave in these already slightly awkward social situations.
I have to admit that she was right. There have actually been a decent number of single men here tonight. We’re having a great time. We’ve spoken to many men and have had a few too many drinks purchased for us.
I’ve been talking to an Italian man named Anthony for the past thirty minutes. He’s very sexy, very touchy, and has a deep Italian accent that’s driving me wild. He calls meMell-eeesa, orBellissima, which means beautiful in Italian. I’m totally eating it up.
He’s got dark hair, dark eyes, and olive skin. He’s tall and broad, just how I like them. I’m guessing he’s a few years younger than me. He’s flirty and funny. I like him a lot.
At some point, he leans down and whispers in my ear, “Bellissima, I want to make sweet love to you.”
I playfully swat his chest. “Anthony, I’ve known you for less than an hour.”
“I’m a man who knows what he wants. I want to deeply pleasure you, my Bellissima.” Why does that sound so much sexier in an Italian accent? If another guy said that, I’d probably call him a pervert and walk away. But with Anthony, I’m considering it. He looks like he knows what he’s doing in bed.
He motions to someone behind me. Another exceedingly attractive Italian man comes over and sits with us at the bar.
“Bellissima, this is my cousin, Tony.”
Tony kisses my hand. “She’s very beautiful, Anthony.” He has a deep Italian accent as well.
I look at them both. “You’re Anthony and your cousin is Tony? Your family couldn’t come up with a different name?”
They both laugh. Tony says, “We have twenty-four Anthonys in our famiglia.”
I laugh.
Anthony whispers in my ear, “But I’m very close to Tony. My cousin and I like to do everything together.Everything.” He lifts his head and gives me a panty-melting smile.
My eyes widen as I realize what he means by that. I’m not sure I have the sexual competency to deal with these two, but I’d be lying if I said there isn’t a part of me that wants to find out.
Tony starts rubbing my shoulders, while Anthony’s hands travel up and down my thighs. I’m equal parts frightened and turned on.