“Does that mean you haven’t slept with her yet?” Kendrick asked.
I playfully punched him in the arm. “You’re like a dog with a bone,” I said, as I headed off for a little privacy to finish my conversation with Rachel.
For the first time in a long time, I was looking forward to my shift being over so that I could hurry home. The guys seemed to sense my excitement.
“You need me to give you some pointers, dude?” Kendrick asked as I was about to leave. “I know how to make a woman happy in bed.”
I laughed. “Please… I’m the one who gave you those pointers in the first place.”
“Fuck off… that was all me.”
Laughing, I said goodbye to the guys and headed home. I wasn’t sure if Rachel was already at my place or if she was heading over. I drove a little faster than I should have and rushed to my front door. I walked into my apartment and looked around expectantly.
“Rachel?” I called out.
She appeared from my bedroom, wearing a beautiful red dress in a soft flowing silk that hung off her body in romantic wisps. Her eyes were bright, and her smile was breathtaking. She looked like the angel from my dreams—except this was better because this was real.