Two’s A Couple, Three’s The Law, another sneak peek
“Oh my god.” Brenda’s squeal just about deafened me.
“Good morning to you too.”
“I can’t believe you took Mr. Hottie home.”
“That makes two of us,” I mumbled as I made my way to the kitchen in search of some caffeine. Forget sleep. Brenda would demand details.
“So how was it?”
“Isn’t the better question, why did I do it? I hate the guy.”
“Love. Hate. Who cares how you feel about him? DA Vanderson is HOT!”
She didn’t know the half of it. In a suit, he was delicious. Naked … Gawd, I couldn’t believe my body still had the ability to get aroused after last night’s debauchery.
“Sorry I didn’t warn you I was leaving with him. Events kind of moved suddenly.”
“Not too suddenly I hope. Nothing worse than a man who comes before the main event, if you know what I mean.”
Subtlety wasn’t her strong suit. “I do know.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“How was he?” She practically yelled the question in her eagerness to know every single
detail of my sex life.
Ha. How funny to think I kind of had one. Usually it was the other way around. “How was he?” I paused before I gave her a tidbit I knew she’d enjoy. “Hot and hung.”
“Hung as in a horse or a mule?”
I’d never understood the difference, or the comparison. I mean, comparing a man’s junk to an animal? Who the hell came up with that? Despite the inanity of the query, I replied, “Elephant.”
As Brenda waxed on eloquently—using language her mother would have washed her mouth out with soap for—about the equipment she never saw but envied me test driving, I brewed myself some instant coffee, lamenting the fact that I couldn’t yet afford one of those awesome Keurig machines. Fabulous instant coffee makers were for the lawyers not working as a government drone. Not me in other words. With my paycheck, I got stuck with hot water poured over some coffee crystals.
As I sipped the bitter concoction, which I preferred black, I couldn’t help thinking of Anthony. Did he also drink coffee? Actually, a man like him probably enjoyed something fancier. I bet he had an espresso machine in his mansion. With a butler to serve it.
I hated him with a passion.
I wished he were here asking me to shower with him again.
I wondered if I needed a lobotomy.
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