" "Is he handsome?" I smiled. "Yes, very. And he's taken." "Damn it. The good ones always are." She laughed and my smile widened. I loved it when she was happy. I wished she were happy more often. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow at the advocacy dinner." Monica Tramell Barker Mitchell Stanton was in her element at society functions, a gilded shining beauty who'd never lacked male attention in her life. "Let's make a day of it," my mom said breathlessly. "You, me, and Cary. We'll go to the spa, get pretty and polished. I'm sure you could use a massage after working so hard." "I won't turn one down, that's for sure. And I know Cary will love it." "Oh, I'm excited! I'll send a car by your place around eleven?" "We'll be ready." After I hung up, I leaned back in my chair and exhaled, needing a hot bath and an orgasm. If Gideon Cross somehow found out I masturbated while thinking about him, I didn't care. Being
like. "I'm just going to call Jessica first." "Weren't you just with her?" he asked, surprised. "Yes -- but I left my jacket in her car. I want to make sure she brings it tomorrow." "Well, give her a chance to get home first." "Right," I agreed. I went to the kitchen and fell, exhausted, into a chair. I was really feeling dizzy now. I wondered if I was going to go into shock after all. Get a grip, I told myself. The phone rang suddenly, startling me. I yanked it off the hook. "Hello?" I asked breathlessly. "Bella?" "Hey, Jess, I was just going to call you." "You made it home?" Her voice was relieved... and surprised. "Yes. I left my jacket in your car -- could you bring it to me tomorrow?" "Sure. But tell me what happened!" she demanded. "Um, tomorrow -- in Trig, okay?" She caught on quickly. "Oh, is your dad there?" "Yes, that's right." "Okay, I'll talk to you tomorrow, then. Bye!" I could hear the impatience in her voice. "Bye, Jess."
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