Rate a Date by Monica Murphy Page 0,48

about. Instead of hypnotized, Eleanor’s been dickmitized,” Stella explains.

“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” I grumble.

Ridiculous because she’s on to something here.

Not that I’ll tell her that.

“It was that good, huh,” Kelsey says, sounding all down and out. “I am so jealous.”

Glancing around the posh, elegant store, I realize I can’t talk about Mitch and his dick and all the dirty things we did together in here. Someone might hear us.

And judge me.

Not that I care since I’ll never see these people again, but come on. We can’t talk about big dick energy in a Louis Vuitton store, right?

Instead, I hook my arms through my friends’ and lead them out of the store so we can chat with a little more privacy.

After my lunch with Mitch, I texted the group chat, asking where they were, and I went in search of them in the shopping area of the hotel since that’s what they told me. Since I joined them, I’ve kept pretty quiet, not talking much about what happened last night—and this morning. Oh, and at lunch, but they all saw the smug look on my face when I first showed up. They knew we had a good time.

Understatement of the year, but okay.

Once we’re outside of the store, I launch into a quick story about what happened last night with Mitch. I don’t mention the pool table, but I do let them know we did everything but have actual sex, and that it was really, really good.

I realize halfway through my story that good is not a good enough word. So instead I use the word…

“It was extraordinary.”

Both women’s eyebrows shoot straight up.

During lunch, he started to get this look in his eyes. Right there, in the middle of the restaurant. We were sitting close to each other, and he reached over, settling his large hand on my thigh. Shifting his hand beneath my skirt. Toying with the front of my panties before he slipped his long fingers beneath the thin fabric to find me soaking wet for him.

We ran off into the bathroom and locked the door, and I let him finger me into yet another orgasm right there against the sink.

When I finish my sink story, they’re both staring at me with wide eyes.

“Carter and I have never experimented in public before,” Stella says once she finds her tongue.

“I highly recommend it. Ten out of ten for me,” I tell her, my voice serious.

“Everyone is having sex except me,” Kelsey whines, and I can tell she’s over it. “This is bullshit.”

“You could’ve had sex with that one guy,” Stella says, and I know she’s referring to Paul.

Kelsey wrinkles her nose. “Ew. No. He was disgusting.”

I make a sympathetic noise. He really was awful.

“I’m happy for you,” Stella says. “You are literally glowing right now, and I know it’s thanks to that Mitch guy. I can’t wait to meet him.”

Panic hits me. I don’t want any of my friends to meet him. Not yet. I want to keep him to myself, as if he’s my little secret. Well, he’s a big secret. In every single way, because he’s so large. Get it?

Okay, I’m awkward in my own head. I need to stop.

Anyway, I want to keep him to myself for the weekend because my friends will reveal the truth about me. And the truth is this:

I am boring. Awkward, as I have previously mentioned numerous times. I get embarrassed easily. I don’t date a lot. I have a bad picker, my friends have told me this for a while now. I’m always drawn to losers, and not a one of them has ever truly appreciated or valued me for me.

Until now. Until Mitch. I don’t know him that well, and maybe I shouldn’t trust my picker just yet because it’s been off most of my life, but this guy. He feels…

Different.

In the best possible way.

“He’s also really nice,” I add, but the skeptical looks Stella and Kelsey send my direction tell me they don’t really believe me. “What? It’s true. We get along so easily.”

“Clearly,” Stella says, making Kelsey snort.

“Sexual chemistry is important,” I remind them, lifting my chin and trying to remain dignified. “And we have it.” I hesitate before I decide to tell them the truth. “I’ve never had that with someone before. Not like this.”

“Carter and I have serious sexual chemistry going on,” Stella says, a wistful look on her face. She’s told us enough about Carter to know that she’s definitely