Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Saying good night to Liv and Ash, I retreat to my room. I close the bedroom door and dial Sandy, dying to let her know about today.
“I did it,” I squeal.
“Wait, I need to leave the room,” she whispers, and I hear her closing a door. “What did you do?”
“Not sure, but I think I told Jaxon to call me.” I’m buzzing with excited energy.
“For a date?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know. He might have mentioned helping me with my ‘lonely and horny’ problem.” Now she’s the one to squeal. “Maybe it’s just sex. I don’t know if there will be a date before it.”
“Look at you, trying casual sex. I’m proud of you, sis.”
“Don’t be proud yet. I really don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Don’t worry. It’s not something you can forget. Besides, with all the research you do for your books, you’re a pro.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“Oooh, I know!” I hear the ruffle of a paper. “He’s your morally gray grump.”
“How can you be sure he’s morally gray? Or a grump? ”
“Well, I told you about the gang rumors. That’s pretty gray. And his favorite word is something between a huff and a growl, so I think him being a grump is a safe bet.”
She might be right. “Yeah, maybe I haven’t thought this through.”
“Nope. You’re not giving up already. It’s just sex, right? Do his morals really matter?”
“I don’t know…”
“We thought the age gap billionaire was a guy with good morals. Look how that turned out.”
“But…”
“No buts, you should really know better than to judge a book by its cover.” I chuckle because she’s referring to a horrible cover I had on one of my early books.
“This isn’t a cover, though. His cover is stellar. It’s what you heard about him. Which would make it the reviews, I guess?”
“Yeah, well, reviews are sometimes written by a bunch of pearl-clenching prudes.”
Another chuckle escapes me. This time, she’s referring to when my work was under attack by a church group from Texas who accidentally chose one of my books for a book club.
And then left me one-star reviews for literal months.
It stressed me at first, but it became funny over time.
In the end, it ended up boosting my sales.
“I don’t want to hear excuses,” she continues. “You need to get laid. And morally gray grump or not, that guy looks like he knows what he’s doing.”
“Fine,” I groan. I might act like I’m resisting, but I want her to push me. I want to break this freaking dry spell and find someone to have fun with.
Love would be great, yeah. But in the meantime, can I please just have some dick?