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Deciding there’s no time like the present, I clap my hands and face Tenley head-on. “So, when are we playing? And what do I wear?”
A sly grin escapes her, followed by a giggle I’m positive I should worry about. “Oh, girlfriend, the sluttier the better. This weekend is X-Rated Night. Strikers have the place to ourselves.”
“Strikers?” I gulp.
“My husband’s team. Plus their partners. Trust me, you’ll love them. This is the one night we let ourselves forget we’re adults, parents, and professionals.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. I already agreed to go, but that was before I knew that Addie’s fucking daddy would be there. And I really need to stop calling him that.Crew—his name isCrew, and he’s my patient’s father.
I guess Tenley is also my patient’s mother, and that didn’t stop me. Maybe he’ll bring his wife, and all will be okay. I won’t be so tempted to stare at him.
I’m just getting new-friend jitters. Totally normal.
Jesus, what if he gets naked? Oh my god. I would have seen a patient’s father naked. I could lose my medical license, possibly even be exiled from Atlanta. I can see the headline now:New Pediatrician in Town Gets Freaky at Dirty Bingo With Patient’s Hot Dad.
There. Will. Be. No. Getting. Freaky. Juniper.
“Amazing,” I sputter with very little zeal. Hopefully Tenley can’t feel my panic. “I look forward to hearing from you.”And the composed doctor persona is back.
Surprising me, but also calming my anxiety a bit, she says, “I’ll text you the details. Come on, little man. Daddy’s waiting for us. Later, Juniper.”
And my new friend leaves me to it.
Bytoit, I mean, left in both worry and excitement.
Tenley Graves
We’ll pick you up at 7pm. See you then.
The week managed to fly by, and somehow, it’s already the weekend.
I’m finally getting into a groove with work, the days all blending together. One thing that hasn’t, though, is the new friend I made and her promise to text me about hanging out.
And by hang out…she means play Dirty Bingo.
Tonight.
I pull up Tenley’s text message. That was at four, which gave me a total of three hours to pick out an appropriate outfit and overanalyze her text. She saidwe’llpick you up, as in plural. More than one. Likely more than two, so who does that include? Definitely her husband, but does her husband have friends on the team he would likely ride with? In return, leavingmeto ride with them.
I’m overanalyzing everything, worried sick Crew fucking Briggs will be in attendance. It would be just my luck.
I’ve circled around what I could wear that would equate to Tenley’s level of slutty, while also keeping a sliver of my own dignity intact. I’ve had my fair share of risqué moments in my life, and would rather let the night play out, rather than anticipate the outcome before it gets started.
I do feel better knowing tonight is strictly a team thing and not open to the rest of the public. There’s no way that kind of news wouldn’t travel fast.
Lucky for me, I’m all out of time to question it.
Tenley Graves
Beep. Beep. Out front.
Be right out.
I exhale, read her text, and give myself a once-over in the floor-length mirror. Not bad.
I look cute. I feel good. I guess that’s what matters. Not knowing if Joe’s Bar is inside or outside, I settled on a black leather skirt and paired it with an oversized black-and-white striped sweater that hangs slightly off the shoulder. This is where my attempt at sexy comes in—my boobs are a pretty decent size, but much better to the eye in a push-up bra, making the slip of the sweater reveal nearly half my cleavage. The black silk lace of the bra adds some extra spunk to it.
Coming from a family with tall genes, I’m 5’9” in height and love to use my legs to my advantage. Paired with studded black pointed heels, I feel desirable without sacrificing modesty.
