long has it been since you got some, Katie? Months?”
I licked my lips. “I hardly think it’s appropriate for me to talk about my sex life with my assistants.”
“Bitch, we’re your best friends. Don’t even try to convince us otherwise. Tell me.” Roman crossed one leg over the other and waited expectantly for an answer.
Katie sighed. “Months is generous.”
Roman gasped. “Baby, how many months are we talking about here?”
She swallowed. “Just shy of a dozen maybe?”
Roman handed his champagne to Ginny so he could clutch both hands to his heart like the drama queen he was. “Oh my God, I can’t breathe. Twelve months?! No wonder you’re wound so tightly at work all the time. You need a guy to give it to you the way you deserve. From the front and the back and the side and—”
“Roman,” I said sternly.
He fell quiet but smiled devilishly at me.
Ginny handed his champagne back. “I’m not your side table.”
He giggled delightedly and sipped his champagne. “I’m so much more excited about this date now. I can’t wait to hear all about it. You need to snap a picture of this guy for me and Ginny. Right, Gin?”
Ginny nodded, for once agreeing with Roman. “I’d like to see what all the fuss is about.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not sure if I want to subject Peter to the levels of crazy that are in this room right now. He’s a nice, normal, friendly guy, okay? That’s all you need to know right now.”
“You said he was freakishly handsome,” Ginny said pointedly.
“A nice perk,” I said, “but not what drew me to him the most.”
Roman snickered. “Liar.”
“Okay fine,” I admitted. “At first, it was his looks. But honestly, he’s so attractive I assumed he’d be an ass, but he’s not. He’s sweet. And a bit clumsy. And delightfully refreshing. He didn’t put any moves on me. We had a good conversation on the drive to the hotel. He’s… I don’t know. He’s different.”
Roman sighed dreamily and leaned back against Ginny, reaching back to stroke her cheek. “Did you hear that, Gin? He’s dreamy.”
Ginny pressed a hand to her forehead and pretended to swoon. “Prince Charming has come to take you to the ball.”
My best friends were insufferable at the best of times. Tonight, they were on their A-game.
“Do you two ever get tired of annoying me?” I asked.
“No,” Ginny said.
“Never,” Roman added.
Ginny shimmied up to the edge of the bed and she and Roman held hands as I walked over to my closet and pulled the doors open. “Are you going to wear a dress?” she asked.
“I was thinking about it,” I said. “But we’re just going to The Wreck, so I could go casual too.”
“Wear a dress,” Roman said bossily.
I eyed him over my shoulder. “Why?”
He giggled deviously. “Because then you don’t have to wear panties, and if he drives you home, you can spread your legs a bit and—”
“Okay,” I said, turning back to the closet before he could finish that thought. “A dress is officially out of the running.”
“Poor sport,” Roman said.
Ginny fanned her cheeks. “Sometimes I wish you were straight, Roman. You’d be such a good boy toy.”
“Oh, honey,” he cooed, “you have no idea.”
The two of them giggled while I flipped through clothes in my closet. Nothing jumped out at me as the right thing to wear. I wanted to make a good impression and I wanted Peter to know I’d put in some effort to go out with him but I didn’t want to overdo it.
My fingers landed on the sleeve of a cute romper I’d ordered online and had never worn. It was a muted olive-green color which complemented my tanned complexion. I pulled it out and held it in front of me to get approval from my friends. They both nodded agreeably, so I stripped out of my work dress and stepped into the jumpsuit.
Ginny zipped it up for me while Roman picked out a pair of shoes to go with it. He opted for a pair of sandals because he knew how sore my feet were. They were snakeskin print with a little gold braided strap that went around the ankle. Next Roman grabbed me a pair of thick gold hoops and insisted I put them on. When the look was done, I stood in front of my full-length mirror beside my dresser and liked what I saw.
“I hope he’s a good enough guy to deserve sitting down for drinks with a bad-ass bitch like