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“I mean, I’m not against blondes, but I kind of like brunettes.”
She grins at me. “Is that your way of flirting with me, Brett, even though you said you’re not interested in me like that?”
“I don’t recall saying your name. You’re not the only dark-haired woman in the world, Rosie.”
“Uh-huh. Have fun tonight with Patrice. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“I’m sure I won’t. What are you going to do this evening?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll watch a movie or think about how I’m going to meet Mr. Right, or maybe I’ll play with Mr. Right Now.”
“Huh?” I look down at her in confusion. “Who’s Mr. Right Now?”
“It’s a dildo in my closet.”
She giggles loudly, and my heart stops.
“Rosie, what?”
“What? We’re friends. We can be honest, right? Please don’t tell me you’re shocked I have a dildo.”
“I’m not shocked you have a dildo. I’m shocked you’re telling me about your dildo.”
“What? Is it bad that I have a dildo to take care of myself when there’s no man to do it for me?” She licks her lips slowly. “Unless, of course, you want to take care of the needs that I have.” She looks at her watch. “I mean, you do have thirty minutes before you have to go on your date.”
My heart skips a beat. “Just exactly what are you trying to say?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “A tongue works just as well as a dildo.” She winks at me. “Oh my gosh, you should see your face right now, Brett. I’m just joking.”
“Really? You’re just joking?”
“I mean, would I say no if you wanted to go down on me? Maybe not, but we both know that’s not going to happen.”
“Yeah,” I say as I get up off the couch.
Rosie says what’s on her mind, and while I love that about her, she drives me crazy.
“I’m going to get ready for my date. You don’t have to leave. You can stay here if you want, but that’s up to you.”
“Oh, thank you.” She grins. “Is that your way of telling me that you want me to be here so we can discuss your date when you get back, or is that your way of telling me that …”
“Rosie, unlike you, I don’t think I need to discuss my date with you when I get back because I’m not really interested in going on a date.”
“Oh, Brett, Brett, Brett. Can I make cookies? Do you have any flour or chocolate chips or sugar or …”
“You can check in the cupboard, but I need to get ready.”
“Okey dokey. Don’t have too much fun.” She grins. “Or maybe have loads of fun.”
“I don’t know exactly what that means, but I’ll see you later.”
She eyes me and gives me a wink. “I mean, you could always cancel your date and have some fun with me instead.”
“Good evening, Rosie,” I say as I hurry to the bedroom.
The problem is, my cock wants to take her up on that offer. Every time she flirts with me and comes on to me in that teasing way, my body wants to ravish her, but I cannot make that leap.
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