One Twisted Valentine
embarrassed, but she
could not hide her satisfaction.
    Lane lowered her face and her voice. “Was it you and
two guys? I mean Peter and some…”
    “No. It was me and Peter and this, well, this really
sweet, hot woman,” Eva said.
    “Oh. Well hot damn,” Lane said. They burst out again,
laughing like friends at slumber party.
    “I know that may not be your thing, but we hit the
fucking lottery with her. If it’s something that interests you at
all and you have even half the chance I’m telling you, go for
it.”
    “Well, like any self respecting ethical slut,” Lane
shared in a whisper, “I have to say the idea of having two men work
me over at the same time tops my list.”
    Under the table, Lane closed her thighs to counter
the tension rising between her legs. For a moment, the idea of a
man inside her, moving with strength and hard thrusts, leaning over
her to suck her nipple into his mouth while another man kneaded her
other breast and pulled her lip into his mouth obscured anything
Eva was saying.
    Coming back to reality, Lane sighed. “Of course, I
need at least one man first.”
    “Oh, come on, I’m sure there’s someone out there,”
Eva said. The effect of Eva’s words hit Lane as a surprise. A jolt
of hope quivered through her. If her best friend could discover new
horizons with her husband after all these years, Lane should be
able to land one man.
    “Are there any guys checking you out lately?” Eva
asked.
    “Well, yeah.” Lane said. As down as she was about her
current state, she had to admit a few glances came her way. The
thought of Kyle, ‘the hot intern,’ sprouted in her thoughts and
Lane couldn’t hold in a shocked laugh.
    “What?” Eva asked.
    “Nothing, I just had a flash of fucking Kyle.”
    “Who’s Kyle?”
    “An intern at the office. He’s got one of those
forgot-to-shave looks that I’m sure he cultivates but it’s fucking
hot on him.”
    Eva put her tea down so hard it gave a sharp knock on
the tabletop.
    “Oh my god you should! How old is he?”
    “Twenty-three.”
    “That’s PERFECT!”
    “WHAT? Are you high?”
    “No, no, no.” Eva said, taking to her task. “Listen,
he’s the PERFECT choice. You don’t want to get in some relationship
after this year. You’re not looking for anything permanent right
now. You just need a fuck buddy. His whole generation is into fuck
buddies and all that. I’m sure he would love to nail the hot
managing accountant down the hall. You would make him feel like
such a stud. And I know you. I’m sure you could have him wrapped
around your finger. I’m serious, you should go for it.”
    “You want me to pull a Bill Clinton?” Lane asked.
“Really?”
    “Yes really, and hell yeah. I want you to fuck Kyle
Lewinski,” Eva said.
    “His last name is Berman,” Lane said.
    “Whatever!” Eva was on a roll. “Listen, sometimes the
hottest fantasies are the ordinary ones right in front of you. Men
have been bedding interns for decades. It’s time we did some of
it.”
    Some of the juice left Eva’s argument and Lane could
see a serious air settle on Eva.
    “I know you’ve had it tough,” Eva said. “But it’s
time you start thinking of the silver linings of your divorce. It’s
a chance to do all those things you always wanted to but couldn’t
the first time around, because of Charles, or inexperience, or lack
of money or juggling college. Now you’ve worked so hard to get a
great job, you live in a great city and there’s a guy ready for
some fun right now.
    “Lane, I’ll tell you, when I think about all the time
that passed while my resentments built up and Peter and I fought,
it breaks my heart,” Eva said. “I can see now what I wanted was
always right there in front of me but I couldn’t see it. What I
wanted wasn’t something people talk about at the church social or
in a book club, so I chose to restrain myself. I pushed down what I
wanted. And for what? It was for nothing. The only change I needed
was

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