Dani says with a happy sigh.
“You’re so much more relaxed now that you’re getting them on the regular, that’s for sure.”
“And you? Are you getting them regularly now?”
“It’s only been two weeks since we hooked up again.”
“And you’ve seen him how many times?”
“Three . . . no, four . . .” I murmur quietly.
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
“Alright, a few times,” I reply.
“A few times in two weeks, and that included twelve orgasms? That’s more than I get in a week, and I’m the one in a committed relationship.”
“One of those times was after dinner last week.”
“Dinner?” she gasps. “You hold out. You didn’t tell me about dinner.”
“Yes. You know, a night time meal?”
“You had dinner with him?”
“We’ve all got to eat, Dan. Even doctors and hotel managers.”
“I know that!” she says exasperatedly. “I just didn’t think it was anything other than sex. I mean, you didn’t really talk to each other or anything for almost a year.”
“Ten months.”
“Okay then, ten months,” she repeats.
“Cade and I are just friends, and I’m helping him out—a little fake girlfriending with a side of great sex.”
She gasps, my sweet little Dani not used to the idea of sex without commitment. God I love her. “And you’re okay with that?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? He’s busy, I’m busy, we get busy together—and now, we’re also going to be attending a few events to keep his parents off his back and stop his mom from setting him up with some uppity society bitch he has no interest in.”
“Sounds perfect,” she says sarcastically.
“It is.”
“Which is why you care about a dress,” she mutters under her breath.
I choose to ignore her and power through. “So . . . do you have anything?”
“Anything what?”
“A dress worthy of Doctor Hottie that meets all of the aforementioned requirements.”
She hums thoughtfully. “I don’t, but I know who does. What are you doing tomorrow morning?”
“Spending ten million hours getting ready.”
“That’s a lot of effort to go through for just a ‘friend,’ Abs.”
“Are you gonna help or question the length of my getting ready regime?” I retort.
“Can I help while arguing why you shouldn’t need a whole day to get ready for a date?”
“It’s not a date!” I say, a little louder than required.
“Right . . .” Her voice is disbelieving. “Alright then. How about tonight?”
“What about tonight?”
“Are you still half-asleep? Hello? Is anyone in there?”
“I can’t help it if I’m a little tired.”
“Did you work last night?”
“Yeah.”
“Any house calls from Dr. Carsen lately?”
“My vagina needs a vacation from his penis and besides, I saw him the other night before work . . .” And by God did I see him. “In fact, I gave his personal thermometer a lot of attention.”
“Interesting . . .” she muses, and I roll my eyes even though I know she can’t see me. “Bet you’re rolling your eyes at me right now.”
My head jerks back, and I scan the room for hidden cameras. “Have you got some super-geek secret video feed going to your computer or something?”
She giggles. “Why?”
“Because either you’re tele-pathetic or—”
“Don’t you mean telepathic?”
“That too,” I quip.
“Well, since you’re still in lack of sleep zombie land, how about I swing by around ten tomorrow morning?” she says. “I’ll give Zoe a call. She has lots of dresses, and she’s as tall as you. She’s bound to have something perfect for you.” I breathe out a huge sigh of relief at the fact that 1) I get to vege out on my couch tonight for the first time all week and 2) between Dani and Zoe, I’m sure to find something to wear to the fundraiser.
“Sounds awesome. See you tomorrow. And Dani?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Tell Zach he’s slacking in the orgasm department and if he doesn’t lift his game, we’ll need another sex
“You’re so much more relaxed now that you’re getting them on the regular, that’s for sure.”
“And you? Are you getting them regularly now?”
“It’s only been two weeks since we hooked up again.”
“And you’ve seen him how many times?”
“Three . . . no, four . . .” I murmur quietly.
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
“Alright, a few times,” I reply.
“A few times in two weeks, and that included twelve orgasms? That’s more than I get in a week, and I’m the one in a committed relationship.”
“One of those times was after dinner last week.”
“Dinner?” she gasps. “You hold out. You didn’t tell me about dinner.”
“Yes. You know, a night time meal?”
“You had dinner with him?”
“We’ve all got to eat, Dan. Even doctors and hotel managers.”
“I know that!” she says exasperatedly. “I just didn’t think it was anything other than sex. I mean, you didn’t really talk to each other or anything for almost a year.”
“Ten months.”
“Okay then, ten months,” she repeats.
“Cade and I are just friends, and I’m helping him out—a little fake girlfriending with a side of great sex.”
She gasps, my sweet little Dani not used to the idea of sex without commitment. God I love her. “And you’re okay with that?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? He’s busy, I’m busy, we get busy together—and now, we’re also going to be attending a few events to keep his parents off his back and stop his mom from setting him up with some uppity society bitch he has no interest in.”
“Sounds perfect,” she says sarcastically.
“It is.”
“Which is why you care about a dress,” she mutters under her breath.
I choose to ignore her and power through. “So . . . do you have anything?”
“Anything what?”
“A dress worthy of Doctor Hottie that meets all of the aforementioned requirements.”
She hums thoughtfully. “I don’t, but I know who does. What are you doing tomorrow morning?”
“Spending ten million hours getting ready.”
“That’s a lot of effort to go through for just a ‘friend,’ Abs.”
“Are you gonna help or question the length of my getting ready regime?” I retort.
“Can I help while arguing why you shouldn’t need a whole day to get ready for a date?”
“It’s not a date!” I say, a little louder than required.
“Right . . .” Her voice is disbelieving. “Alright then. How about tonight?”
“What about tonight?”
“Are you still half-asleep? Hello? Is anyone in there?”
“I can’t help it if I’m a little tired.”
“Did you work last night?”
“Yeah.”
“Any house calls from Dr. Carsen lately?”
“My vagina needs a vacation from his penis and besides, I saw him the other night before work . . .” And by God did I see him. “In fact, I gave his personal thermometer a lot of attention.”
“Interesting . . .” she muses, and I roll my eyes even though I know she can’t see me. “Bet you’re rolling your eyes at me right now.”
My head jerks back, and I scan the room for hidden cameras. “Have you got some super-geek secret video feed going to your computer or something?”
She giggles. “Why?”
“Because either you’re tele-pathetic or—”
“Don’t you mean telepathic?”
“That too,” I quip.
“Well, since you’re still in lack of sleep zombie land, how about I swing by around ten tomorrow morning?” she says. “I’ll give Zoe a call. She has lots of dresses, and she’s as tall as you. She’s bound to have something perfect for you.” I breathe out a huge sigh of relief at the fact that 1) I get to vege out on my couch tonight for the first time all week and 2) between Dani and Zoe, I’m sure to find something to wear to the fundraiser.
“Sounds awesome. See you tomorrow. And Dani?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Tell Zach he’s slacking in the orgasm department and if he doesn’t lift his game, we’ll need another sex
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