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sleeping with five other
girls just hours before them.”
    “Dude,
get off my back about it, all right? I’ve yet to find ‘the one,’ and I’m not
ready to settle. Not everyone’s all prim and proper like you, Dom.”
    I
grunt. “I’m far from being a saint, but I also don’t want to be known as a guy
who fucks anything that moves, either.”
    Chris
narrows his eyes at me. “What the hell are you trying to say?”
    “I’m
saying to just give Adrienne a chance, will you? Please?”
    “Well,
she’s my new wallpaper now, so that’s a start, ain’t it?” He looks at his
phone, and the annoyed look on his face lifts.
    I’ve
known Chris since high school, and he never sets a picture of a girl as his
wallpaper unless he’s really interested in her. Perhaps there is hope for him,
but I’m not holding my breath. “Fair enough.”
    “I
told her to come by here. She’ll be over in an hour or so.”
    My
jaw drops. “What? Why the hell did you do that?”
    He
gives a light shrug and heads for the living room. “She insisted on coming over.
Who am I to reject a girl with such beautiful boobs who thinks I’m hot?”
    “You’ve
lost it, man.” I shake my head.
    “What
can I say?” Chris says from down the hall. “That girl makes me crazy ! Now help me clean up the living
room, will you?”
    Chris? Cleaning? Maybe he really has gone
crazy.
     
    * * *
     
    The five hours remaining feel like an eternity. I
sprawl on the couch with the TV on, but I’m too distracted to watch it. I can’t
stop thinking about Denise. I want to call her again, but I restrain myself.
The last thing I want to do is creep her out with my constant calling. Besides,
she’s probably busy doing laundry. I wonder what she’s gonna wear to dinner.
    A
sudden knock at the door makes my heart race. I spring up from the couch, rush
to the door, and peer through the peephole.
    It’s
Adrienne.
    She
knocks again, and Chris suddenly yells from behind me, “Got it!”
    I
jump and spin around. Where did he come
from?
    Chris,
wearing one of his favorite pro football jerseys, pushes me aside. “I told you,
I got it.”
    I
take the opportunity to disappear. “Keep her away from me,” I mutter then head
for the stairs. I hide in the stairway and listen. When I hear the door open, I
peek around the corner.
    Adrienne
enters wearing a short denim skirt and a white spaghetti-strap camisole, which
strains to accommodate her large tits. She furrows her thin, penciled eyebrows
at Chris as she slowly walks around in black, open-toe stilettos, assessing him
like a doctor diagnosing a patient.
    I
could swear I see Chris wipe some drool from the side of his mouth.
    Adrienne
finally stops in front of him. “Chris?”
    He
gawks at her, as if she has him under some magical spell. “Yeah … That’s me,”
he says breathily.
    She
grins. “You look even hotter in person.”
    You’ve got to be shitting me.
    “Yeah?”
Chris winks. “Well, you know. I aim to please.”
    “So
where’s that flakey roommate of yours? I kinda wanna put my foot up his ass for
not calling me like he said he would.” She says this so innocently, it’s a
little frightening.
    “Ah,
you just missed him. He’s a bit unreliable and scared as shit of girls.
Especially the beautiful ones.”
    I
clench my jaw. Fuck you.
    Adrienne
flicks a lock of her ebony, red-streaked hair from her face. Her stylish bob
looks like she just left the salon before coming here. “Shame, ’cause he was
cute. Probably has a nice ass, too. Too bad it’s going to have an imprint of my
foot on it when I see him again.” She crosses her arms and cocks a hip.
    Chris’s
eyes are clearly drawn downward, most likely to her tits. “Uh … y-yeah, Dom’s
such a dick, isn’t he?” He looks up for a moment, and then his gaze drifts
downward again. “Can I, uh … get you something to drink? Water? A beer?
Milk?”
    I
roll my eyes. Oh for fuck’s sake. He’s going to blow his chances before the date even