I’m taking a gamble here, but something has to be done. She might just stand up and walk out, but I’m banking on the look of lust in her eyes to be the reason she doesn’t. If that’s what gets me her number then I’ll take it.
Brooke still seems in a daze, like she can’t believe this turn of events, so I walk her through it.
“Hand me your phone.”
She finds it in her purse and unlocks it for me. I start a text message to myself then hand her the phone. “Put in your address.”
“Please.” Her narrowed eyes are practically slits now as she stares me down.
“Put in your address, please.”
She types it in and hits send, almost begrudgingly.
“I’ll pick you up at seven.”
I help her off my desk, steal one more kiss, then pat her on the ass as she walks toward the door. Before she reaches the door, she turns her head back, her expression one of confusion, before she gives me a small wave and reaches for the door knob. I get it. I’m still a bit confused as to why I halted what could have been really hot desk sex. But, that will come later. I got what I really wanted from Brooke—her phone number.
22
Brooke
The rest of my day was a disaster. When I was supposed to be taking notes at the new client meeting, Sue had to stop and catch me up because my mind kept wandering and thinking about my interaction with Cole. And our date tonight. Then I wondered what the fuck must be wrong with him that he turned down sex on his desk for a dinner date. Like what screw must he be missing? Pun intended. Later, I googled lady blue balls to see if it is an actual thing. It is. And I have it.
Sue knows I haven’t been myself lately. When I told her about my plans to be Ellie and Josh’s surrogate, she was nothing but supportive. She understands what I’m going through. Her daughter and son-in-law did IVF for her two grandsons, so she gets it. But, at the same time, I know I’m still fairly new and I still want to prove myself.
By the time I got home, I was so worked up, I decided that it would be best to use my vibrator, hoping to take the edge off before I see Cole again, lest he think I might be a sexual deviant. But it stopped working halfway through and I couldn’t find any extra batteries. My fingers didn’t get the job done and for a good three minutes I cried in frustration on the floor of my bedroom. Then I picked myself up and got in the shower.
An hour later, Sam calls while I’m getting ready.
“How’d the appointment go?”
“Good. I’m moody and horny so the hormones are doing their job. The doctor told me my ovaries were fluffy, that’s a good thing, but Ellie needs to do another egg retrieval so now I’m just going to be hanging out for a month until there are better embryos to put inside me.”
“I thought she already had embryos.”
“They used the best ones with their last round of IVF. The doctor thinks to give it the best shot she wants a new batch. More viable she called them?” I just know there’s at least another three to four weeks before the embryo implantation procedure, so as Dr. Yang instructed, I’m just going to live my life until then. My swollen, achy, hormonal life. The future isn’t really clear, but my current mission is to have sex with Cole tonight.
“You headed to Ellie and Josh’s tonight?”
I told Ellie I was going to skip movie night tonight. I didn’t go into detail as to why, and she didn’t ask. She knows I’ve been tired and hormonal lately, and to be honest I am tired. Tired of feeling like a walking hormonal mess. Selfishly I’d rather be getting some action from a hot guy than be a third wheel with her and Josh for movie night in. I’ll have months and months of that coming pretty soon.
For a moment I think about lying to Sam. It’s not like she’s going to check up on me. But, why would I lie? I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m an adult, Cole’s an adult. We are going to have dinner, then sex. It doesn’t have to be complicated. Besides, Dr. Yang gave me the go ahead for sex. I’ve got at least a month before anything with the surrogacy plan moves forward. That’s like a year in single girl time. Knowing all this, and feeling confident about it are two different things.
“No. I’m going on a date.” I lower my voice to a whisper, because it feels like a secret. “With Cole.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I said, I’mgoingonadatewithCole.”
“Huh. It sounded like you said you were going on a date. With Cole?”
“Yup. That’s what I said.”
“Okay. Wow.”
“Wow, what? I can go on a date.” My defenses are up, these hormones are making me a moody bitch. “Besides, it’s only because he’s withholding sex. He wants a date, I want sex. We’re both going to get what we want.”
“Sure. That sounds great.”
