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Obviously, he didn’t know that dinner actually meant alcohol and dancing, but those were just minor details, right?

Once the plan was in place, I opened up the group text again and sent Harper and Ivy a quick text.

Me: Fine. You’ve convinced me. Iron Horse tonight? Meet there around 8?

Harper: HELL YES!

Ivy: I’m so in!

Me: Just FYI: I might be bringing someone.

Harper: Someone? Details, please.

Me: Honestly, it’s all pretty new and fresh. No major details yet.

Ivy: What is his name?

Me: Nick.

Harper: Job?

Me: He’s a doctor.

Ivy: And exactly how long has this been going on, missy? I’m a bit peeved you didn’t mention anything until today.

Me: Calm your tits. I met him through work a little over a week ago.

Harper: Have you done the sex?

Me: No.

Ivy: Have you at least seen his penis?

Me: No.

Harper: Do you want to see his penis?

My friends were perverts.

I mean, obviously, the answer was a big fat hell yes, but I sure as fuck wasn’t going to get into that with these two. I had work to finish up before the day was through, and I didn’t have time to play “guess what Nick’s penis looks like” for the next hour.

Me: Yeah, I’m done with this insane Q&A. You’ll meet him tonight.

Maybe. Probably. No, fuck that. I wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Ivy: Boo! You’re no fun.

Me: All right, I have to head into a meeting. I’ll see you crazy biotches tonight.

There was no meeting. Only me trying to keep my sanity and not regret the plan of bringing Nick along for a night out with my girlfriends.

Harper: You’re such a liar. But I’ll let this one slide since I get to see you tonight. :)

Ivy: Woo-hoo! Charlotte is back in NYC, and the equilibrium of the world has finally been restored! See you tonight!

Smiling at the last message, I locked my phone screen and set it down on my desk.

Now, I just had to make a few calls, respond to, like, fifty emails, schedule six prospect meetings for next week, and top priority out of everything, figure out what in the hell I was going to wear tonight.