Page 13 of Savage in the Sheets
Jenna
It’s nine o’clock when I finally make it through the door of my apartment, kick off my shoes, and fall onto my sofa.
Even though I didn’t have a ‘date’ tonight, I feel like I got some good practice in.
If only it had been with someone other than Barry.
He’s a good ten years older than me, which isn’t exactly a deterrent, except for the fact that he smells like my father and looks like he belongs in Mr. Rogers Neighborhood.
I did good, though, and practiced all the points I went over with Wes.
For one magical moment, I thought Weston saw through my charade and was coming to rescue me, but instead, he threw a game of darts to ‘help’ my cause.
The weight of my heart as he left the bar was almost unbearable. It’s so stupid. Why should I care if Weston tries to ‘win’ me? We’re best friends, nothing more. Not now. Not ever.
There it goes again. My heart sits like a stone in the pit of my stomach, twisting my thoughts and making me feel confused. Is it possible that I feel something for Weston? He’s never been on my radar before, not until that text came telling me he was going to help me transition into Wilma Flintstone. As ridiculous as it sounds, I thought it meant one-on-one on-the-job training.
What would Weston do if he knew that the thought of it excited me? Would it cost us our friendship?
He would laugh. I mean, this is a man who can walk into a bar and go home with almost any piece of ass on a barstool. Heck, the piece of ass sitting on his lap was damn near a perfect ten.
And now that he’s on Angela’s radar of available men, there’s little doubt I’ll get to hear all the salacious details of what he’s like in bed.
Don’t be jealous. She’ll have him for a night. You’ll have him forever. Always in mind, never in body.
Exactly how it should be.
I pull out my phone to give Weston an update.
Jenna:mission accomplished
Weston:You slept with him already? You haven’t even gone on a real date yet.
Jenna:Get your mind out of the gutter. Barry asked for my number, which really shouldn’t be used as an indicator of success because I often make it three dates in, but there was something different about this time. I’ve changed up my whole vibe, and I think it’s really working for me.
Weston:That’s great. Maybe we can hit up another bar next time—without my coworkers.
Jenna:Yeah, but I’m seeing what I can learn from Barry first.
Weston:Learn from Barry? What do you mean?
Jenna:He’s certainly not my ‘ideal,’ but I figured that maybe it would actually help my situation if I practiced on someone. We’re going out this Thursday. Wish me luck.
Weston:Practice?As in just another date. Or practice as in sex.
Jenna:Who knows? He’s older and not particularly attractive, so maybe he’s some kind of sex god to compensate.
Weston:we need to talk
Jenna:I’m all ears.
Weston:not over text
Jenna:Okay, how does lunch sound? Tomorrow?
Weston:No, I need to talk to you tonight. Can I come over?
Tonight? What does he need to talk about tonight? It’s nearly ten o’clock, and we both have to work tomorrow.
