24. CHAPTER TWENTY
On shaky legs, I leave the villa and curse my damp panties.
Damn ethics. I don’t put it past Daniel and Eoghan being in some kind of cahoots to get me into Eoghan’s bed and then call me out for being inappropriate, keeping me from reaching my career goal.
What a way to go down in flames, though.
“Stop it,” I say to my pussy who’s meowing like crazy, aching for Eoghan to lick it into sweet bliss.
In his lobby, I call Trista.
“Hello,” she answers, like Mrs. Doubtfire.
“You’re not going to believe this,” I say and give her an update.
“And did you let him eat you out?”
“No!” I shriek and wonder if I’m living by ancient standards that don’t apply anymore. “Anyway, I finally got some responses to my profile.”
“What do you mean finally? I figured you’d break the internet with men wanting you.”
Chuckling, I say, “There was nothing for a couple of days, and then I saw my account was set to block responses.”
“How did you do that?”
Shrugging, I say, “Maybe it’s the default setting.”
“Huh. I don’t recall that.”
“Anyway, I reset it, and finally, I have men for us to check out. Meet me for lunch?”
“Absolutely.”
My fingers tingle to check the app and see the men who want me. Maybe Trista was right about an avalanche of men in Las Vegas wanting no-strings sex with a curvy woman who’s only had sex once.
The anticipation is deliciously exciting, so I decide to wait.
At a trendy trattoria, we sit in the back. I devour a Caesar salad, and Trista indulges in two rice balls.
A few bites in, I put down the fork, and wipe my mouth. “I can’t stand it anymore. I have to see who responded to me.”
Taking out my phone, I fire up the app and my heart falls.
“What?” Trista asks, drenching chunks of rice ball into a gravy boat of marinara.
“I don’t understand.” Shaking my head, I turn the phone toward her. “They’re gone.”
“Gone?” She takes the phone and looks at my empty inbox. “I guess you didn’t respond fast enough.”
“In the thirty minutes it took to drive here, the four men who replied found other people to hook up with?”
Shrugging, Trista says, “It’s Sin City, what do you expect?”