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dick and pound against me in some
mind blowing sex. I knew I wasn ’ t thinking straight.
I didn ’ t even like him, but I didn ’ t have to. My
body, my sex drive, my vagina, just loved this man, wanted to eat
him up for dinner.
    I drove home
all shaken up. I was tempted to text Nick a code purple, and then I
changed my mind to a code grey. I had no idea what to do but I knew
I only wanted Chase between my legs right now and that was just
absolutely insane. Bradley ’ s words about how I
was ‘ devaluing myself ’ weighed heavily on
me and then I decided against calling a code completely. I called
Aria instead.

 
     
    ~14~
    We planned our girl ’ s night in for eight
o ’ clock. Aria resisted inviting Nick complaining
that, “ It was supposed to be a girl ’ s night
in! ”
    I argued for
Nick, “ He ’ s as close to one
without being one, a guy can get! ” I also added, “ He also brings a male perspective to the table which
enables us to understand men better. ” We both knew the
real unspoken truth why she didn ’ t want him over, he
was going to be seeing her in a sweat suit, I won the argument
though because she finally agreed to have him come, over that
is.
    Nick ’ s twelve hour shift
ended at seven thirty, so he texted back saying he needed at least
forty-five minutes to shower and change before coming over, which
really meant an hour and a half in Nick language. I tapped on her
door at exactly eight o ’ clock.
    I wanted alone
time with her before Nick showed up anyway. She answered the door
immediately. Her hair was still wet from her shower and hanging in
really cute ringlets around her face. Her porcelain skin and blue
eyes were striking and she had on a beautiful rust colored lipstick
that just made you want to kiss her perfect supple lips. She looked
like she was in her late teens, it was the most beautiful
I ’ d ever seen her.
    She opened the door for me, acting all giddy
and giving me a huge hug before cordially inviting me in. Her loft
looked exactly like mine with different living and bedroom
furnishings.
    I called
out, “ Aria? ”
    “In
here. ” Her voice was coming from the kitchen, “ Make yourself at home, do you want a
drink? ”
    “Sure, what do
you have? ”
    “Tassimo
everything, Diet Coke, beer, wine. ”
    “Wine
please. ”
    “Good choice, I
was just given a bottle of Marcassin Estate Chardonnay, from the
Sonoma Coast. I googled the price, it ’ s worth a pretty
penny, given to me of course by a very happy
client! ”
    “Real estate
client I hope. ”
    “I
don ’ t have any other kind, silly! ” Aria grinned at
me.
    “How
unfortunate for you, ” I teased.
    Aria handed me
my wine and turned on a gas fireplace in the corner of the room, I
hadn ’ t noticed it until now. Then she sat next to
me.
    “Give me the
juice! ” I ordered.
    “I gave you
wine, you want juice now too? ” I could tell Aria
wasn ’ t getting me.
    “Juice, is my other word
for scoop...
    “Whatever are
you talking about? ”
    “Nick. Are you
interested in him? ” Aria flushed, “ I only ever met
him the one time. ” Her shyness was endearing.
    “Do you think
he ’ s cute? ” I was hoping she would say yes,
because I really thought they would make a cute couple, it would
keep Nick away from the men!
    “Totally, is he
single? ”
    “He sure is,
that ’ s why I asked you to invite him tonight, so you could
get to know him.
    Aria crossed
her legs and started playing with one of her now damp curls before
taking a sip of her almost filled too high glass of wine, “ Okay, let ’ s say I was
interested in him, would it bother you? Would it bother you if I
started seeing your best friend? Would it be weird?
    “Not at all,
Nick and I have been friends for as long as I can remember.
He ’ s more like a brother. I would love it if the two of
you hit it off. ”
    “Chanel, he
probably doesn ’ t even like
me. ”
    “You
don ’ t know that, his tastes are
eclectic, ” like on cue,