Page 35 of Man Candy (After We Fall 1)
“Where are we going?”
“Antietam. It’s nice but not crazy formal.”
“I promise to look presentable and be ready on time.” He clapped his leather-gloved hands together. “This is so exciting, Jaims! Our first date!”
Oh, God. I hurried into the house, wondering what the hell I’d just gotten myself into.
That afternoon, I called Margot to make sure it was OK that I was bringing Quinn.
“Hello?”
“Hi. I have a problem with tonight.”
“Oh no, you can’t come? Lindsay had to cancel because she has the flu, so it’s just you, me, Claire, and Elyse.”
“No, I can come, it’s just—I’ll have someone with me.”
“You will? Who?”
I spoke through my teeth. “Quinn Rusek.”
Silence.
Then laughter.
“It’s not funny. He totally invited himself and I had to say yes.”
“Why? Are you still trying to get him to bang you?”
“No, we did it already.”
“What? When?”
“Yesterday.”
“How’d you make that happen?”
“Uh, it’s a long story.” One I didn’t necessarily want to share.
“So how was it?”
I kept my voice down, since I had a cubicle, not an office. “Amazing. Fun. Mind-blowing. So mind-blowing I agreed to go out with him three times.”
She laughed again. “That’s specific.”
“Well, he kept making me promise more things in the heat of the moment,” I complained, getting up from my desk. I’d take the rest of this call in the stairwell. “And I was in a weakened condition. He took advantage of me.”
“What do you mean? Were you drunk or something?”
“Not exactly.” I pushed open the stairwell door and waited for it to shut behind me. “Just…really, really turned on. He seriously does something to me. I don’t know what it is. Well, I know partly. His face alone melts my panties, but once I saw the body, I was lost. And he’s really good.” I’d caught myself staring into space ten times already today, reliving yesterday’s sexcapades in my head. My undies had been damp since 9 a.m.
“Damn. You’re a mess over this guy.”
“I’m not a mess over him. I’m simply—” I rolled my shoulders, trying to relax, unclench my insides. “I simply enjoy his company in very specific ways. And those ways don’t involve dinner dates. That said, he’s coming with me to dinner tonight.”
“Well, I think it’s nice he wants to do something other than bang. It’s normal. And healthy. And maybe you’ll actually enjoy the dates!”
“I don’t want to enjoy the dates, Margot. Are you crazy?”
