Page 55 of Toxic Wishes
“Okay, if you want me to sniff his boxers, I’ll do it just for you. ”
“Oh, bless your heart.” I hear her open up a package, and I can picture her eating red licorice.
“Besides, I haven’t seen him or spoken to him since the coffee rendez-vous we had.”
“Ya, but you said you left on good terms, for the most part. Except when you asked him if he’s still banging your cousin.”
“I didn’t ask him if he’s still banging my cousin. I basically was implying if he was, then he may be leading her on and shouldn’t be banging other girls at the same time.”
“Maybe that’s all she wants, Asher. Some women are DTF.”
“DTF?”
She scoffs. “Oh my God, I know you know what DTF means. Don’t tell me it’s been that long since you’ve been ravished? Or is sex no longer on your radar because it’s been so long?”
“I think about sex. And…i’ve had sex since then.”
“With who?”
Myself.
“Besides, You told me the sex sucked with Jared you ended up masturbating after because you never got off with him.”
“Well-”
“And what guy gets pissed when you try to bring up your sex life?”
“Guys like Jared.” I walk over and place my socks in my suitcase. I still felt uncomfortable taking my clothes out of my suitcase. I didn't like it. It made things feel too official, unpacking my clothes.
“Just wait until he finds out you're living in an NFL player's lake house. I mean, he’s going to flip the fuck out. Oh, and DTF means down to fuck. Something I’m sure Jared has been doing since you left, so you need to get it on with Colt.”
“Mel!” I scolded. First off, Colt dated my cousin. Second, he’s my dead best friend’s brother.”
“I know, that’s still so crazy to me. What are the fucking odds.” She says through a mouthful of food.
“Honestly, since I’m back in my hometown. It doesn’t shock me that somehow I’m reunited with Blake in some form or fashion since we were zodiac twins.”
“Here you go with that astrology bullshit. It’s called destiny. Fate. That means God wants you to fuck Colt Killian.”
I Slap my forehead. “You need help,” I say in a sarcastic tone.
“So have you masturbated to him yet?” I can practically see the smile behind her tone.
“I think you were born in the wrong month. You fit more of a Leo than a Virgo.”
“Don’t lie, I know you have?”
“No, I haven’t. I’ve been too busy looking for jobs.” I lie. Truth is, I have thought about Colt more than once. It was hard not to when I was staying in his lakehouse. And the last conversation we had, had me thinking of him fucking my brains out the way he said he did to Namoi. But when I realized I had been deprived of good sex, that’s all it was. I wasn’t attracted to Colt at all.
“Oh, speaking of jobs. My dad's friend Charlie owns a matchmaking company, and they are looking for someone to work remotely, so I told my dad to mention you.”
“They still have those?”
“Ya, but it’s an elite kind of dating site. The rich men pay thousands of dollars for these workers to find women online.”
“Seriously?” I ask.
“Dead serious. When you have that much money you can pay people to do just about anything. The girls you recruit sign up for free. So how hard can it be? I figured it’s something you could do even when you went back to school. Meaning, you can always move back here since it’s remote.”