And that was all the qualification I needed to have sex with him.
The date had been going pretty well, out at a nice sushi restaurant with a bar downtown.
Frankly, themostappealing thing about Karel was that he wasn’t Jesse Wisniewski. That made him practically irresistible.
I was waiting for Karel to come back with our drinks when someone in a tight pink miniskirt stopped by our table.
To my shock, it was Taylor.
“What do you want?” I asked.
I had seen her plenty over the last year. She had been everywhere with Jesse. They had looked like the perfect golden couple. Both stunningly tall and attractive, stylish and compelling. You couldn’t take your eyes off them.
And I had watched her TikToks with a burner account. The cute little dances, the fit checks, the Valentine’s Day gifts.
Jesse had bought her diamond earrings and a ski trip to Aspen.
From the outside, it had looked like the perfect relationship.
Taylor slid into a seat across from me and looked me up and down like she had that day Jesse broke up with me. But today was different. This time she didn’t have that superior look on her face, that curl in her lip.
Today she looked like she was sizing up a rival.
“Youarebeautiful,” she said. “I didn’t see it before because you weren’t dressed great. But now, yeah, ok, I see it.”
It looked like she was barely repressing ayou bitchto the end of that.
I glanced down at my tight red dress that clung to my curves and the way my breasts were lush and overflowing in the tight bodice.
“I do look good,” I said. “What do you need, Taylor?”
“Can I ask you a question?” she bit out from behind a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
Her face looked brittle, like she might shatter into a million pieces.
“Sure,” I replied, forcing my hands to calm, not fret around the stem of my glass.
“Was Jesse cheating on me with you?”
I’m sure I was unable to hide my total astonishment.
“No, he wasn’t,” I said evenly. “Why do you think that?”
“Oh, you know,” she said, sliding her eyes down, and when she fidgeted with her purse I realizedshewas nervous. Aroundme.
“I just—I justknewwhen he broke up with me that he was going to try to get back together with you.”
“Why did you think that?” I asked carefully. “He broke up withmeto get with you.”
Her perfect plump lips twisted up in a grimace. “I guess. And he didn’t ever cheat on you, if that’s what you were wondering.”
“It was emotional cheating, though, wasn’t it?” I said softly. “I know it was because he felt guilty about it. About wanting you when he was with me.”
Taylor made another bitter face. “I guess. We were casual for months and I had to work like a fucking dog to get him to commit to even officially dating me.”
I didn’t know what to make of this so I ignored it.
“And what do you mean youguesshe broke up with me?”
