Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Bonjour,” I say to Karrie when I answer.
“Don’t you Bonjour me,” she says, and I chuckle. “I’m mad at you.”
“Why are you mad at me?” I put the phone on speaker and take off my shirt.
“One, what did you tell Matthew?” she asks me, and I can’t hide my laughter anymore.
“Rien pourquoi?” Nothing why, I answer her in French, taking off my pants. Grabbing the phone, I walk to my walk-in closet and go to my drawer, getting another pair of panties.
“He was all foaming at the mouth, asking me if I’m satisfied sexually,” she says. “He went on and on about what he’s going to do to me tonight.”
“Really?” I say, shocked.
“He even asked me if I wanted ass play.” She finally laughs out loud. “You have to stop poking him.”
“But it’s so much fun. I swear when I told him that, the vein in his head was throbbing. I even saw his heartbeat each time.” I laugh now out loud and so does she. “I mean, tonight you are going to get fucked good, so I don’t know why you would be mad about that. You should be thanking me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she says, taking a drink of something. “But seriously, where the fuck where you? I called you all day, and I mean, all day—at least twice an hour and sometimes four.”
“I was with a friend.” I grab a pair of yoga pants and slip them on.
“A friend,” she repeats. “Does this friend have a name?” I don’t answer her. Instead, I grab a sweater and slip it on. “Does this friend have a huge penis?”
“Good God, Karrie,” I say, grabbing the phone and coffee and walking to my office.
“Is this the same friend who left your vagina bruised?” she says, and I exhale deeply. “Oh my God, you went back for round two.”
“I think it’s round three.” I close my eyes when she shrieks.
“When was round two?” she asks me, and although we spent four days together, she never really asked, and I never really told her.
“When he took me to the aquarium,” I tell her, sitting down in my office chair and turning my computer on. “We had dinner under the sea.”
“I don’t even know what that means. Is that code for he fucked you in a pool?” Karrie asks.
“No, he rented the aquarium, and we had dinner in the glass tunnel under the sea,” I say, leaning back in my chair.
“Oh my God,” she whispers.
“Anyway, after that, we went back to his place, and I rode the horse,” I tell her, and I’m suddenly uneasy about sharing this information. “Then he sent me a fish.”
“I can’t,” she says, and I hear her slapping the table or counter. The phone rings, and I see she is sending me a FaceTime request. Her face comes through, and I see that her hair is wet and piled on her head, and she is sitting on her bed. “You were here for four days. For four days, you didn’t tell me any of this.”
“There isn’t anything to tell.” I look at her, grabbing my coffee. “He sent me a fish.” I roll my eyes. “A fucking pet. I got so aggravated I didn’t even get dressed. I put on a raincoat and took him the fucking thing.”
“Oh my God.” Her hand goes to her mouth, and she tries not to show me that she’s hiding her laughter.
“Don’t fucking laugh, Karrie. He sent me a fish that was alive,” I say angrily. “Do you know the commitment that would take from me?”
“It’s a fish.” She rolls her eyes. “They are literally the easiest pets to have.”
“Really? How many fish do you have?” I ask her, and she just opens her mouth and then shuts it. “Exactly.” I point at her. “Anyway, I went to his house and returned his fish.”
“So then what?” she asks, taking a sip of her coffee.
“Then nothing. When I was at your house, he called to tell me that the fish was okay. And he asked me over for lunch …” I trail off the last words.
“Lunch.” She shakes her head.
“Well, I went over at eight, and well …” I trail off. “I got home this morning.”
She sits up and grabs the phone, bringing it closer to her. “Are you telling me you went back for more, and you spent the night?”
I roll my eyes. “It’s really not a big deal. I dozed off watching Mad Men, and well, I got to wake up to sex, so I win.”
“I’m coming into the city on Friday,” she tells me. “Want to do lunch?”
“Sure,” I tell her, and put it on my calendar at the same time I block off the following Friday and Saturday and even Sunday. “Now, if you are done with all the questions, I have to get to work. Have fun tonight,” I say and then smile, and she starts to say goodbye. “Oh, and, Karrie, enjoy the ass play.” She gives me the finger, and I hang up on her.