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How did I close this thing?
“Are we going outside?” the wife asked.
I realized just how long I’d been standing at the kitchen door.
“Yep!” I said a little too enthusiastically. “Just checking a reservation email that came in. Sorry. Sometimes, I have to multitask. My apologies.”
Lies. So many lies falling from my lips.
My hands shook. My mouth was filling with drool.
Good God, that man was hot.
Focus, Molly!
Close. Must close phone.
This was simple. There was a button for this. Upper right side. I just needed to slide my hand up and—
The phone clattered to the floor.
Face up.
We all looked down and saw Jake’s penis staring up at us.
The wife gasped.
The husband laughed.
I died.
The end.
Jake hadn’t stopped laughing since we sat down for dinner.
I’d been glowering at him ever since.
“It’s really not that funny,” I said.
“No, it really is. You’ll realize that once you have a drink or two.” He pushed the menu toward me, pointing at the red wine selection.
“How are you okay with this? It was your dick on display. You’re not the least bit embarrassed?”
He shook his head, leaning back in the seat, the full embodiment of relaxation.
“Nope,” he answered. “I’ve got nothing to be ashamed about. Pretty proud of that particular part of my body. Go ahead and roll your eyes.”
I did.
“So, how come you chose this restaurant? You didn’t seem to be a fan the other night when you dragged Millie and me out of here.” I asked, settling back in my chair as I enjoyed the scenic view.
It was a tad warmer today, as summer was getting closer. I could feel the humidity mounting making me both happy for the prospect of a full house of guests and not so happy over the three long months of never ending sweat.
“I have nothing against this restaurant,” he said. “I just have problems with you being here with other guys.”
Billy came and took our drink orders, giving us a friendly hello.
It had only been a handful of days since that night I epically failed at sabotaging my life. My sister had always been the crazy one. The one who danced on bar tops and slept with strangers. I’d always been more suited for the quieter life.
