Page 47 of One Taste
Next stop on the guilt trip.“I know. Okay, I have to go. I’ll see you next week for dinner. Please tell Mom I’ll bring dessert.”
The cab stops, and I pay the fare.
“Tell her yourself when you call her.” He chuckles before the line goes dead.
* * *
“You were right,”I say, stuffing a wild mushroom ravioli into my mouth. “The food here is delicious.”
“Stop changing the subject.” Brielle points her fork at me as if it were a weapon. “What do you mean he has a girlfriend? This doesn’t make sense.”
Fuck. I shouldn’t have brought it up, but it’s been nettling my mind since I saw that woman with him. “How could he have a girlfriend?”
Brielle shrugs. “I don’t know because you haven’t told me anything yet.”
Over the next ten minutes, I give Brielle the rundown on the mystery woman. I’m pretty sure she’s thinking the same thing I do because her face scrunches further with each word I say.
“Sounds like a girlfriend to me,” she says apologetically. “But you know you could just call him out on it and ask.”
“But then that lets him know I’ve been thinking about him and paying attention to him. I don’t want that. I don’t want to give that bastard the satisfaction.”
“Well, then I don’t know,” she shrugs. “Talk about an even more awkward situation.”
I groan, scrubbing my hands over my face. “I know, dammit. This just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it?”
“Look, I know it sucks, but don’t blame yourself, Dev. Him cheating on her isn’t your fault. Fuck that big-dick bastard!” She slams her fist down on the table indignantly as if she were the one deceived.
The woman at the table next to ours shoots us a dirty look, and I give it right back. “That’s what got me into this screwed-up situation, Brielle. So, no, I’m not going to ‘fuck that big-dick bastard’again.”
“True,” she says, picking her fork up. “You should have saved that e-mail.”
I nod in agreement. “I should have, but I just wanted it off the screen, so I wasn’t tempted to stare at it and think about my legs wrapped around his waist again.” I look at Brielle, studying the frown on her lips. “That’s the worst part… I’ve seen him naked. I know how good his cock feels inside me, and I know how well his tongue game is. It’d be easier to ignore all this shit if I didn’t have memories of it all in vivid fucking color.”
“This is New York City, babe,” Brielle says. “He can’t be the only good-looking bastard with a nine-inch dick.”
The same woman from the table next to us looks horrified as she chokes on her water.
Looking back at Bri, I whisper-yell. “What is it with you and talking about big dicks in public?”
Brielle hitches a shoulder. “She shouldn’t be listening to our conversation if she doesn’t want to hear about giant cocks.” Brielle says the last two words a little louder than normal, and I cringe. This lady is going to talk so much shit about us when she leaves.
I shake my head and chuckle.
“You know,” Brielle adds, “they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”
Cliché Words of Wisdom 101.
“Sex is what caused the problem,” I tell her. “Plus, I’m not hung up on him. I’m pissed he used me to cheat on his girlfriend and continues to be incorrigible. He sent that e-mailtwofucking minutes before he was all over her in the doorway.” I pause, feeling ashamed. “I’m just going to stay away from him when I can and ignore his stupidity when I can’t.”
A bubble of laughter floats across the table, and I glare at Brielle. “Let me know how that works out for you, Dev.”
Sebastian
“Happy Monday.” Madison’s cheery voicevibrates off me, making me cringe.
I am not in the mood for her cheeriness this morning, but I entertain her.
“Happy Monday,” I reply less than enthusiastically.
