Me: I’m a wedding planner. We love appointments. Bring your A-game, Charles.
Charles: I always bring my A-game. I’ll be there.
Me: Prepare to be blown away.
Charles: Your foreplay game is weak sauce.
Me: Bite me, Charles.
Charles: Count on it.
“This is crazy, even for you,” Montana said as I packed up my briefcase and grabbed the smoothie Blakely had brought me for lunch.
I’d be skipping our normally scheduled lunch break for a little afternoon delight with Charles.
“Why? We’re on the same page. There’s no confusion. We meet. We do the deed. Hopefully we both enjoy it. And then I never have to fantasize about the man again, because he’ll be out of my system.”
“She makes a good argument,” Blakely said, taking a bite of her sandwich. “Plus, it’s very modern-day ‘I am woman, hear me roar.’ It’s about not being afraid to just ask for what you want and then be done with it.”
“Exactly,” I said, nodding my head, grateful that at least one of them was on board with the plan. I pumped my fist. “Tonight we ride, my friends.”
“Well, it’s lunchtime, so that doesn’t really work,” Montana said with a laugh.
“I’ve got to go. I need to beat him to the house so I’ll have the upper hand,” I said, pulling my purse over my shoulder.
“What are you going to do? Put on some lingerie and lie in his bed?” Montana asked.
I shrugged. “It’s a game-day decision. I need to go scope out the area. I’ve never been in his room. For all I know, his decor could freakme out. You know I scare easy. What if he has photos of himself blown up and hanging on the walls?”
“She’s got a gift for expecting to be let down.” Blakely narrowed her gaze at me before looking at my best friend.
“It’s called self-sabotaging. She’s one of the best I’ve ever seen,” Montana said as she winked at me.
I rolled my eyes before taking a sip of my smoothie. “I’ll keep you posted. Hopefully I’m back in a few hours, and I’ve banged Charles Huxley out of my system. No looking back.”
They were both laughing as I strolled out of the office. Clifford Wellhung was lying across the street at the park, and I saluted him.
I felt like I was ready to take on the world.
It had been a while since I’d had sex. I’d been in a rut. A self-inflicted dry spell, so to speak, and today I was going to let Charlie Huxley blow my mind for one day, and then I’d be back in the game.
My phone vibrated when I pulled in the driveway at his home.
Charles: Are we still doing this? I’m finishing up at the hotel in ten minutes.
Me: I’ll be waiting.
I chuckled as I walked into his home and dropped my purse on the counter. I needed to set the mood. I found the lighter in his kitchen drawer and lit a candle on the counter, then brought one to his bedroom and lit it there as well.
He had an Alexa, which made playing music very easy.
I chose a very romantic station on XM radio and then second-guessed myself, because this wasn’t supposed to be romantic.
This was a one and done, not a date.
Shit.
I found a channel that definitely wasn’t romantic but was still going to get us in the mood.
