Chapter SevenBrielle
I can’t even put into words what just happened. I ate a meal at the command of a man I didn’t know, responded as he peppered me with erotic questions, and now I’m leaving without any panties under my dress. I feel like I’m in a fog. There could be a six-car pileup behind me, and I’d politely smile and nod and continue holding my hands on the wheel at two and ten. Deep breaths in, deep breaths out.
When my phone starts ringing beside me, I reach into my purse to retrieve it. I’ve been in such a state of shock since meeting him, I completely spaced on my promise to call Julie.
“Well? Did you meet him?” she asks.
“Yes, we just finished. I’m driving home.”
“And? How was it? What was he like?”
“It was…interesting,” I say, for lack of a better word.
“Is he a psycho?”
