Page 53 of Seven Year Itch
“So how was the next day and the plane ride home? Awkward?”
I shrug. “Fine, I think. We shared the bed but didn’t cuddle or anything. He was quiet in the morning and didn’t say much, but he helped me with my bags and stuff and slept most of the plane ride. It was a little weird but not horribly.”
“Wow. That sounds like a successful one-night stand.”
“I know. He’s such a confident guy... I fed off that, you know? I think I was faking my confidence so much I actually started to believe myself.”
“Amazing.”
“It kind of pisses me off that he found a way to help me let go so easily. Like I hope some of these guys that I hope to meet at the sex club are able to give me that too.”
“So you’re still planning to go back to the club?”
“I mean, maybe?” I inhale deeply and feel anxiety prickle back into my mind. “But I’m nervous. I realized it’s hard to be in those places alone. A lot of people come as couples. I don’t know if it’s just a strong swinger community there or what, but it’s not easy to approach people when you’re on your own.”
“Man, if only you had a big, tattooed mountain man you could go there with.”
My brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean Calder. Why not ask him to go with you?”
My eyes widen. “I can’t do that.”
“Why not? You guys have already seen each other naked.”
“I know but...”
“But nothing. He’d probably jump at the chance. I know I’d sure feel a lot better if you took him with you. It always scared me to know you were going there alone.”
“I know but it was a one-night thing between us in Mexico. He wouldn’t want to see me again, I’m sure,” I state firmly for Tatianna to hear...as well as myself.
The truth is, I’ve been thinking about my night with Calder nonstop. It was obviously mind-blowing sex. And shocking on so many levels... not just because of how good it felt physically, but how good it felt emotionally too. Calder wasn’t Calder. He was like... taken over by some person who passes out compliments and listens to a woman’s voice.
I’m used to Calder just being a dick or a misogynistic assholewho leads with his penis. And he did lead with his penis... he could knock over a stack of books with that giant thing swinging all around.
But for him to admit that he’s been attracted to me all these years? That he noticed every outfit I wore on the trip? That took guts. He was vulnerable. And it’s what made the sex that much hotter.
I have to hand it to him, he’s got game.
But it was a one-night thing. We were both very clear on that. And I can’t let one night of mind-blowing sex with a tattooed mountain man derail my plans.
“You don’t have to have sex with each other,” Tot says, snapping me out of my inner musing. “You said he’s casual. You’re casual. So just use each other as wingmen to find that with other people.”
“A wingman.” My head jerks back as I ponder this idea. A week ago, I could never have dreamed of Calder being my wingman. But he’s shown me a different side to him recently, and the idea isn’t as ridiculous as it once might have been. Hewasvery sweet and helpful during my hangover day on the trip.
My stomach swirls over the potential of being with Calder again in that night club. The dark lighting, the mood music, the erotic vibes you get entrenched in when you walk into the space. My breath comes out a little shaky as my libido enters the chat, and I have to squeeze my thighs together.
But there is no way in hell I’d have the nerve to ask him. He’d probably laugh in my face and use it as ammunition against me for the rest of our lives. No. No way. No way in hell. I need to stick with the plan. What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico. The more space I maintain from Calder Fletcher, the better for everyone.
Tot bursts out laughing, ripping me out of my inner musings. “Listen to me... I’ve had sex like a handful of times in my life, and now I’m sitting on a video call giving advice on sex clubs. Delulu, party of one, please.”
My brows lift as I refocus on my friend. “Maybe you could bemy wingman? You know what they say... nothing bonds some besties like a visit to a sex club.”
“No one says that.” She laughs and shakes her head. “And sex clubs aren’t ready for a body like this.” She slides her hands down her curves with a giggle. Tot is the most confident curvy girl I know, and I desperately need to take a page out of her book. She’s beautiful, self-assured, successful, and famous in the fashion world... yet still, she’s thirty-three and single like me. It ain’t easy out there. Maybe we’re all doomed to live alone.
“This is your sex quest, not mine,” Tot adds with a pointed look. “You’ll figure something out.”
“Yeah, I will.” I nod and begin shuffling through the stack of mail on my desk.
