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I’m not particularly social, but I don’t mind spending money for a good cause.

“That’s all.”

I turn on my heels, hand on the doorknob, when he adds a last-minute punch.

“You’ll be taking Michael Gentry’s daughter, Alexis.”

I freeze, my hand hovering the doorknob. The last thing I want to do is go anywhere with Alexis Gentry. I made the mistake of fucking her six months ago, and now she calls me every chance she gets. I can’t get rid of her, and this definitely won’t help matters.

“Don’t try to argue. It’s not negotiable.” I turn to look at him and he’s already back on the phone, gesturing me out of the room.

I’m dismissed. And once again, I’m roped into something I don’t want to do.

Chapter 4

Sophia

“Ican’t believe you let him eat you out on his kitchen counter,” my best friend Becca says with a laugh, picking her margarita up off the table to take a drink.

“Becca,” I hiss, looking around to see if anyone heard her.

“What? I’m just saying, I can’t believe it.” She throws her hands up in defense, still laughing at my expense.

I can feel the heat on my cheeks. I should have never told her anything.

“I think it’s hot.” She shrugs.

“You would.” I laugh, throwing a napkin in her direction.

“Are you going to the benefit Friday night?” I ask her, trying desperately to aim for a subject change.

“No. I picked up an extra shift. I can use all the hours I can get.”

Becca is a single mom. She was married to her high-school sweetheart, James, but he died tragically in a car accident two years ago. She was eight months pregnant with their daughter, Elena. She’s the strongest person I’ve ever met.

“I should have done the same thing.” I frown. I was hoping Becca was going.

“No, you shouldn’t. You need to get out there. Get yourself dressed up and find a date. Enjoy yourself, because you deserve it,” she says, putting her hand over mine.

“Dylan did ask me to go. I guess I could tell him yes.” I shrug.

Dylan is a male nurse in our unit. He’s had a thing for me for a while, but I always shoot him down. I’m not in the right headspace to be dating. There is a lot going on in my personal life that no one knows about, not even Becca.

“Dylan? Really?” She scrunches her nose up. Becca is not a fan of Dylan. She thinks he’s boring.

“Yes. He’s perfectly nice,” I say, regretting the words as soon as I say them out loud.

“Exactly my point. I bet he wouldn’t eat you out on a kitchen counter,” she mumbles, causing me to nearly choke.

“Becca!”

“What? I’m just being honest.” She shrugs.

She’s right, though. I can’t imagine ever doing anything like that with Dylan.

The rest of the evening is full of laughter and drinks. I end the night calling an Uber because there’s no way I can drive after all those margaritas.

I’m in the backseat of the Uber when my phone rings.