IT’S BEEN TOO damn long.
The following week, I forced myself to go out, though I hadn’t been in the mood at all. But one look at Chelsea Redmond in the two-piece dress she had on, her n*****s piercing through the silky material of the top, and I was glad she’d been persistent.
She took the seat next to me at the bar after returning from the bathroom and leaned to whisper, “The way you were just watching me. It looked like you want to skip dinner.” She gave me a sultry smile. “We can do that, if you’d like.”
I’m definitely getting laid. Thank f**k.
I’m definitely getting laidNot that I’d doubted Chelsea would be up for it. We’d gone out a few times before, and every time the evening ended the same way—with me back at her place. But I had started to worry I wouldn’t be up for it.
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