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supposed to be on my side?”
    “Seriously, Scar? Be on your side when such a please-fuck-me-now man with a gorgeous set of muscles is on the other side? Are you kidding me?”
    “Do not ever call him that again.”
    “Why? Does it make the butterflies in your stomach that has been longing for a good shake-up go wild?”
    “What are all these multi-word adjectives about?”
    “Well, you didn’t stop by to talk after the meeting was over, and you never called me. Which makes me think that you need someone to talk to.”
    “You often think dis jointedly, but this is one of your worst attempts to make what you’re trying to say clear. I don’t think I am understanding your point.”
    “Whatever. Tell me everything!” She said excitedly, like she thought I could remember what happened, even though I’d already explained to her that I couldn’t.
    I immediately regretted telling Jillian about Dominick. Well, technically , I didn’t tell her it was Dominick , but somehow she figured it out all on her own after she saw the two of us drilling each other to the walls with our eyes throughout the entire meeting.
    “There’s nothing to tell; r eally. We talked to make sure that we were on the same page.”
    “And what page exactly are you talking about? The Forget-it one or I-can’t-wait-for-the-next-time one?”
    “The former, ” I told her, hoping this would get my point across that there will never be anything between Frenchie and me.
    “Oh, well… Are you sure this is what you want? I mean, he’s super hot and you haven’t had sex in forever. Seriously, who goes that long without getting laid?”
    “So what? I’m not going to let him or anyone else ruin my plans for the future, just because you and my vagina think I need to have sex.”
    She laughed into the handset. “God, Scar, you don’t even know how d esperate you sound. I will agree with you on one of your points though, your vagina does have needs. So, why don’t you try to give yourself a break and take things easy?”
    “If by easy you mean sleeping with your boss, then no, I will not take things easy .”
    “Ugh, sometimes I want to shake you by the shoulders, ‘cause you miss out everything that life gives you! And I’m not talking about your job. There are other things outside of your work, you know? Well, you can find them in my boss’s pants too, but you get the general point anyway.”
    “Yeah, I ge t it. And thanks for the reminder, we both have work tomorrow, so I’m going to hang up now, and I’ll see you in about six hours.”
    “Scar, wait!”
    I pushed the end call button and turned off the phone, knowing that she would call me right back; at least ten times before giving up and deciding to further pursue the conversation tomorrow at work.
     
    Falling asleep wasn’t hard. I was so exhausted, not even thoughts about Mr. Perfect could make me stay awake. It felt like I had just fallen asleep when I heard my alarm clock ringing, my mind was too hazy to realize that it was actually time to get up.
    I grabbed my cell phone off of my nightstand, turned it on, and finally saw the missed message that I forgot to check before going to bed.
    “Make sure next time you leave my bed, we both get what we want,” the message said.
    I stared at the screen, confused. What the hell is he talking about? I thought we both did get what we wanted the other night, hence why I woke up in his bed in the middle of the night .
    So I decided I’d ask, “Didn’t we both get what we wanted?”
    To my surprise, the response came immediately.
    “Well, I can’t seem to remember, I only recall the part where you were begging me to take you right now.”
    Oh, God… He was kidding, wasn’t he? Damn those Margaritas! I might never drink tequila again!
    I hesitated for a couple of minutes before typing the next message, then I hit send before I could change my mind.
    “What do you want?”
    “You owe me at least one orgasm.”
    What? Was he