Page 69 of Mr. February

“What? Did you set up another date?”

“I wouldn’t call it a date so much as a booty-call, but that’s all I need,” Gloria said in a no-nonsense voice Jenny didn’t believe for a second.

“Did you ever hear back from—“

“Moving on,” Gloria interrupted. “If you don’t have slutty undies, you should at least break out the new toy I got you. It’ll make this Valentine’s Day special. And then, if you guys get married, I’ll be able to give the most amazing Best Woman speech ever. It’ll go viral.”

“What? Married? No, it’s too soon to be talking about crazy things like that.”

“I’m just yanking your chain but also taking your pulse today. I’m glad that having a few orgasms didn’t make you lose your mind entirely. A good sexual encounter should make you stand tall and walk with a bounce in your step. It shouldn’t lead to hearing wedding bells and practicing your new signature.”

Gloria’s voice was bitter. Before Jenny could ask, Gloria spoke again.

“Have you heard anything more from Chad the Cad. No, wait, we settled on Chard, didn’t we? Yes, that was it. Has Chard contacted you lately?”

“Now that you mention, no. He texted me the other morning, and he demanded to know where I was. He was upset because he’d gone to my apartment, and I wasn’t there. But I didn’t answer, and he hasn’t messaged me since then even though he said it was important.”

“Wait, you mean to say that he drove all the way to your apartment, and then he didn’t bother to call you? He texted and then just left it at that?”

“He doesn’t like talking on the phone,” Jenny protested out of habit.

“Stop making excuses for him. You deserve better than that. And on that note, as the person in charge of your love life now, I’m giving you an assignment.”

“Oh, no. Should I be afraid?” Jenny asked in jest.

“Yup. Because I expect you to seduce your geeky heartthrob. Uh, uh, uh. Don’t argue. You put me in charge. Will this be your first time taking the lead?”

“Um, do you mean initiating… things, or do you mean something else?”

Gloria snorted.

“Honey, if you can’t say the word sex to me, I don’t think you’re ready to be a Domme, so no worries there. But initiating sexual activity was what I meant. Is that something you have experience with?”

“I’ve worn pretty lingerie before to signal interest, but it didn’t work. And I’ve tried verbalizing arousal in the past, and it was also not well received.”

“Wow, you picked some duds, you poor thing. I don’t think you’d have the same reaction from Wade, but you don’t have to be that elaborate.”

“I don’t?”

“No. There are so many subtler ways that still aren’t subtle. You could sit on his lap, put your tongue down his throat, move his hand to your boobs or ass. Or if that’s all too much, you could just take his hand and walk him to your hotel room and shut the door behind the two of you. He’s a smart guy; he’ll figure it out.”

“Really?”

Gloria paused as she turned off the engine of her car. Her next words mirrored what Jenny asked herself earlier.

“What better time to practice your inner sex goddess than when you’re out of town with your crush on Valentine’s Day?”

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JENNY

Jenny exhaled, squared her shoulders, and checked her reflection one more time. She could do this. Bravery might not be her strong suit, but Wade had already done the hardest part when he opened the door to a real relationship between them. All she had to do was walk through that door.

Literally. Jenny could hear him moving around in the shared area of their suite. She wondered if he thought the same thing when he saw the couch. Did he revisit their exciting night, or had he decided she wasn’t worth all the effort?

Her stomach cramped, but she ignored it. She could do this; shewoulddo this.

Jenny closed her eyes and remembered the look on Wade’s face when he came in her mouth. She hoped she’d never forget it, and she wanted to see it again soon. If that was her only opportunity to be naked with Wade, though, she’d remember his look of surprised bliss. She made that happen.

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